Namine had a dentist appointment today, and it was a doozy.
Last night was the retirement party for Dr. Gordon, who has been Namine’s special needs doctor, well, pretty much since birth.
A long time ago (it sometimes seems to us), long appointments were the norm. I’m not just talking about a mere two or three hours; in the days of Namine’s infancy, it was typical to spend literally six to eight hours at the hospital.
In a private special needs group I follow, the question was asked: “In unthinkable circumstances, should hope be offered?” Here are my thoughts.
I picked up Team Namine’s shirts for Al’s Run this afternoon.
The three of us have been on the hunt for a suitcase suitable enough for Namine to carry with her. We found some pretty decent prospects today.
A question was asked on the Pierre Robin Sequence board:
As a parent to a special needs child, do you get offended when people ask “whats wrong” when they see a trach or something out of the norm with your child? how do you react to the question?