Four years is old is the general age where your child will start kindergarten. This is a huge milestone, it's the start of their education and the place they begin to form friendships. For me four was one of the hardest and loneliest ages. My kids were included and treated well by all of their… Continue reading Four is the loneliest number.
Last November we had what I call our 2 weeks from hell. It first started out on the weekend with Patrick having temperatures and being rather lethargic. For who a boy who is normally full of energy this was a bit of an issue. Giving medicine to Patrick is like trying to bathe a cat.… Continue reading November Pain.
The emotions after our diagnostic appointments were a mixture. There was sadness, that my child now had a label. There was grief, that my child may not grow into the person I had once envisioned. There was anger, why did this happen to us? There was curiosity, what happens next? What does the future for… Continue reading The aftermath.
The time is 6:37 and I am tired, you know that kind of tired you feel right to your bones? It hits every time this night. For the last hour Patrick has run around the house squealing and yelling at the top of his lungs. He loves cause and effect and the loud noise sure… Continue reading 6:37pm
For a long time I've thought about writing this blog, or a book. A blog seemed like a better place to start, so here I am! Of course every blog needs a name. I wanted to shy away from anything that involved mum, as I don't feel my blog is a place for motherhood advice.… Continue reading What’s in a name?
Patrick was my only planned pregnancy and of course my most complicated. He was born 11 weeks early, at the Flinders Medical Centre in Adelaide. He was born in June and was unable to come home until November, due to breathing difficulties. Patrick came home on oxygen still, which was quite a challenge. Already having… Continue reading PATRICK.
On a winters day in the middle of July, my middle child came into the world. From the very moment he was born, he was a perfect baby. He fed every 3 hours, to the clock. Would be burped, and put back in his cot where he would promptly fall back to sleep. At 6… Continue reading CAMPBELL.
My 1st born came into this world on a Saturday afternoon in September. He was a difficult baby from the start. He did nothing but cry, we barely got a winks sleep. He seemed constantly hungry or in pain. After 2 long and sleep deprived months he was diagnosed with silent reflux. He settled a… Continue reading KALLAN.
As with any good story, you should start at the beginning. I feel like the beginning of our story is diagnosis. It's commonly said that children these days are too easily diagnosed with autism. Another harsh reality has been that I have all three children on the spectrum, which has often led to conclusions that… Continue reading Diagnosis.
Welcome to my first blog. I'm new to this, so be gentle. My name is Jess. I moved from rural South Australia to Western Australia 3 and a half years ago, with my husband and our three boys. We left behind our family, friends and amazing support system for my husband to pursue his career.… Continue reading First blog.