special needs parenting

In all my years, I never envisioned living life with steadfast grief. Not grieving the loss of a child. Grieving the loss of the life I saw for my child. Grieving the loss of the life I envisioned for my family. I am the firstborn...type A...the rule follower...a closet organizer. I appreciate and crave order. But grief has no playbook. And it leaves behind one hell of a mess. Denial Zella the zebra came into this world in mostly the same way as her older three siblings. There was no fanfare upon delivery, just another silently breathed prayer of thanks followed by a slew of sleepless nights and tongue-tied nursing struggles. The diagnosis that followed her arrival nearly 18 months later caught us off guard. We were determined to make the most of it, and honestly as an ... [Read More]