I have been reading back over my last few blog entries and am quite aware what a lyrical but melancholy sense I have been weaving.  I've been so introverted and selfish, I forgot about the rest of you.  The parents of the 1:88, the aunts, uncles, cousins and siblings of that 1:88.  If you entered my blog you no doubt would have stopped reading four sentences in and run screaming for the nearest Developmental Pediatrician. Shit, I would have.

I have a dear online friend (yes, most of my special need friends are online, and on the phone) who is dealing (I refuse to say struggling) with three special needs babies, aged between 1 and almost 5.  Today I started wondering what I would have wanted to hear from a been there done that Mum; three kids with needs, aged between 1 and 5.

* This too shall pass; Hannah is entering Kindergarden this Fall, her IEP is this week.  She is still a sensory mess, but compared to the 15 month old I literally held out like a sensory offering to Babies Can't Wait, she is eager, willing and racing towards Kindy.

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