My life with the Sullivan boys

There's a faint thud and then a loud cry from behind where I'm standing. Owen had lodged himself between the bathtub and the toilet, he slipped and out came the blood from right below his right eyebrow, his pure baby face was no longer pure. At ten months I thought to myself, it was to early for him so have a scar! As I began to chastise myself for being a bad mom, her car pulled up. I was running late and she and her son were already here. I ran out to the driveway to meet her, showed her what happened and started to cry. She tenderly reassured me that I was in fact not a bad mom and that he just needed a bandage. Okay, I can do that. She held Owen as I applied the virgin bandage to his eyebrow, and we were on our way. It was a Friday, we were on our way to "Movies for Moms" at the downtown theatre. It was a big deal for us when the boys were babies. We had an activity for the day, plus we could see a "grown-up" movie without the expense of a sitter. I look...

"Doctor, what's the worst case scenario for Dermot?" Joe asked as we were sitting in the epilepsy ward, January 2007. "worst case, your son will be wheelchair bound for the rest of his life", said the doctor. I've been filling out a lot of paper work lately for Dermot. We've started with a new physical therapist and I'm attempting to apply for TEFRA thru the county. It's a supplemental healthcare that we'd pay a premium based on our income, then we'd receive the benefits that kids on Medical Assistance receive. It pays for things like home modifications, van modifications, durable medical equipment, and ton of other things. The problem is that every form I fill out, every piece of equipment we purchase takes us another step away from normalcy. I'm usually okay with that, but today I'm sad about it. I've seen a lot of three year old's today. A typical three year old talks in complete sentences. A typical three year old is a...