Moving Nests

In the spring of 2013, I sat in a circle on the floor at my then 2-yr-old’s preschool. My husband was just to my left. My mother, the preschool director, several teachers, and an endocrine nurse were also there. All eyes were on the nurse. There were no children in sight. They were all in…

To Hell and Back, Part 1

As promised, I’ve finally gathered the energy to recap the trip to Colorado that nearly did my family in and explain how it relates to me seeing Adele this summer (part 3). As I write this, my children are safe in their beds sleeping peacefully as if it never happened. The younger one doesn’t even remember the…

To Hell and Back, Part 2: Crash and Burn

Continued from Part 1. ER trips and ambulance rides to treat hypoglycemia and adrenal crises were routine for us during that time. The night before we were to leave for Colorado was no different. He ended up vomiting which led to hypoglycemia. Luckily there was no hospital admission this time only fluids and high doses of…

To Hell and Back: Part 3, Rising From the Ashes

Click to read Part 1 and Part 2. The following 18 months or so after returning from Colorado continued to be very difficult. We almost lost him numerous times. The ambulance rides and hospital admissions seemed like they would never end. But they did. Things gradually improved as we worked very closely with his specialists…

Letting Go

When I was five, I wanted to be a vet like every other 5-yr-old. As I grew older, I realized I don’t really like animals. Eh, my plans changed. When I was a teenager, my plan was to become a teacher; and I was dead set against marrying until I was at least 30, if I…