A Very Special Case.

It’s true. I am a terrible soccer mom. I don’t like the bugs and the porta potties. I dread spending a good part of the evening or Saturday morning sitting in a muddy field listening to my kids whine that they are hungry and bored when all I really want to do is put my sweatpants on and drink wine on my couch. I’ve successfully avoided volunteering for the mandatory confession stand job for an embarrassing amount of time. And worst of all....I’ve MISSED games do to work and (usually) don’t feel guilty about it. Okay...before you start thinking I’m a terrible mom (too late?) let me explain...I love my kids. I love them so much my heart could EXPLODE. They are smart and funny. They are kind, considerate and helpful. And mostly, I really enjoy spending time with them and even though I’m a terrible soccer mom, I love watching them improve each season. I love watching their faces when they try to pretend they aren’t over the moon excited about the goal they just scored or the assist they ju

Being a medical mom is hard, beautiful, exhausting, rewarding and often messy. When you walk in our home and look closely, you'll see medicine on our ceiling, formula stains on our furniture, medical equipment in corners and medical papers stacked so high, you'll think we are applying to be the stars of the next Hoarders.                                                                    Before our son Case was born a clean house, order and organization were very important to me. Before leaving the house, I made sure everything was straightened, and the main rooms were swept and vacuumed...It sounds insane 8 years later. Things are so different now. Instead of living in a predictable world, we live in semi-orderly chaos. Our days are long and are nights at times are longer. Getting going in the morning is like a fast bolt to the last train taking off in the station, insane! With four kids, a husband that works crazy hours and a job of my own, my priorities have changed

Stop letting your child’s milestones make you sad. Your kids are growing. There are things you’re going to miss. You’ll miss their tiny toes and the way they let you hug them in public. You’ll miss picking out their outfits and the way they said “tickledy” instead of "that tickles". I get it, I do but I also see the other side. You see, I live in a community where moms don’t get all of that or any of that....They don’t get first words and first bites. First holidays aren’t always spent passing their baby around while they beam with pride and joy. Sometimes, there are no words at all and first holidays are spent in hospital rooms. Sometimes, first days of school look different and sleepless nights don’t end. In this world we celebrate milestones and next steps because we didn’t know we were going to get them and some of us never did. So, momma don’t let them growing make you sad. Let it be a reminder that life is short and full of new phases.  They are growing up and that

Childhood chronic illness does not discriminate. If you have ever walked the halls of any Children's hospital, you have seen this. It doesn't matter your race, religion, background or social status. Chronic illness doesn't care. It comes for you and leaves no one in your family untouched. This, of course is the same for adults, I just happen to be the mother of an 8 year old with a chronic intestinal disorder along with a slew of other illnesses and congenital defects. He was born chronic and is growing up chronic. For us, the reality that we are all in this together despite our differences started while Case was still in my womb. I can vividly remember the faces of other women in the high risk waiting room at a speciality Women's hospital 2 hours from home. Their faces were worn and eyes sad but hopeful. I listened as a mother pleaded with the medical team to let her continue the rest of her pregnancy in peace with out all the high risk interventions now that they know

"At least it isn't Sepsis" I whispered to myself a half a dozen times this week when life wasn't going "as planed" and inconveniences popped up at almost every corner. It was one of those weeks where one annoying thing after another happened. A flat tire on Valentines day, A broken heater in the dead of winter, the dash of the car that's not in the garage lighting up like a Christmas tree just to name a few. 15 years ago when we were low on funds and even lower on life experience this week alone would be enough to send us to push us over the edge. Then life happened. We saw real chaos and heart break. We handed our son over for dozens of invasive surgeries including a full scull repair, multiple abdominal surgeries and even surgeries that days afterwards failed, split right at the seems. We've sat bedside during painful intestinal folding and even blockages that wreaked havoc on his gut and took months to heal. We've handed his unresponsive littl

I have a confession to make...sometimes it's hard to be happy. Right now, actually I'm in a place where happiness isn't coming easily. Honestly, it's embarrassing to write. I should be so full of joy. With a great job, four beautiful kids, a hard working, loving husband and a roof over my head why wouldn't I be happy? Is it that I' ungrateful? No. It's not that.. Is it that I'm depressed. Nope, depression is dark and debilitating and awful and this is just a nagging blah that I wake up in the morning with some days. Don't get me wrong, I find happiness. Happiness is Lainey holding my hand at the end of the day telling me a funny story about school. Happiness is kissing Case's freshly washed face goodnight after he's fallen asleep. Happiness is watching my two oldest help each other navigate Jr. high drama, academics and life in general. Happiness is all around me but sometimes I have to look harder to find it. Sometimes I have to be intention