“Right now, it’s just you and me. And I can’t help but be thankful my constant is you. You are so little, and so are your worries. I hope to keep it that way.”
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“Right now, it’s just you and me. And I can’t help but be thankful my constant is you. You are so little, and so are your worries. I hope to keep it that way.”
“I got home from the hospital this morning with my basement couch/bed made and towels laid out and ready for my post COVID hot shower. It made my heart happy as I thought about the little things my wife is doing during her own isolation at home to make my life easier after a long night.”
“I noticed her ear looked small, but I chalked it up to the typical squishiness of a newborn. ‘So what? What is the point of showing me her differences?’ She has underdeveloped ears, cheekbones, and jaw that make her appear a little different than most of us. I just stared at her in awe, with nothing but love and admiration.”
“She asked us, ‘Did you know he has Down syndrome?’ I was a little shocked. We told her, ‘No, we haven’t noticed.’ She simply said, ‘Well, he does,’ and walked straight out of the room. Her tone and her demeanor were so condescending. I instantly felt fear, anger, and guilt wash over. There were no offers for resources, no books or pamphlets, no direction on what to do next.”
“She frantically scanned, her voice trembling, ‘I’m sorry.’ I covered my face and just sobbed. I kept screaming to get her to try again. I can’t even begin to describe what it is like to know you are going to give birth to a dead baby. I tickled his button nose that matched mine. I was in complete awe.”
“They had literally run out. They offered payment and we said no. Finley ran up into the garden and was admiring the lights again, and the wife said, ‘I know just the thing’ and disappeared for a few minutes.”
“This is a war that none of us asked for. I’ve seen pictures of packed bars in Chicago and beaches in Florida. Our hospitals are at capacity, not enough staff and too many patients. I beg of you, listen and stay inside. I’m scared I will be watching people die and be unable to help.”
“They are desperately waiting to hear the words, ‘It’s time for work. Hop in the car! Let’s go to the hospital,’ so they can go back to doing what they love most, visiting patients. For many patients, their rooms are flooded with flowers and family. For others, a therapy dog is their first visitor in months.”
“As I sat in my living room, holding my 7-month-old foster child, I half-listened to the psychologist explain the risks I was taking if I adopted him. I heard the words ‘drug abuse’ and ‘fetal disorder.’ I was told, ‘He is not the same sweet boy I once knew.’ I bounced this precious little boy on my lap who giggled softly on top of my knees. He was everything I could have ever dreamed.”
“I was about 6 or 7 when I truly realized I was different from other kids. I looked different. There was a lot of staring, whispering, and pointing fingers from other people, as they had never seen anyone like me. I sometimes feel lonely and would love to have more friends.”
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