Being Their Voice

I walked into a gathering of people last night absolutely exhausted. I had the usual “I am fine” smile on my face, with no intention of unloading the hurt I was carrying. Suddenly I was disarmed. “Sharon, how has your week been…REALLY?” I muttered something less than eloquent, when “My daughter hurts herself a lot, and I don’t know what to do” came out of my mouth. I couldn’t take it back, and I immediately felt the panic that so often happens when we veer from fake surface-level social conversations. Then I heard the words I didn’t expect to hear. “Oh yeah, we’ve been there, and are there, too.” ο»Ώ

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Celebrating 365 days with our NICU grads!

One year ago today our family was finally HOME! Lani came home to us after 57 days in the NICU, and Libby came home on day 59. I remember walking out of those hospital doors for the last time like it was just yesterday. At a few days shy of being two months old, our…

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