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Tropical Storm Apraxia

on Aug 3, 2017

Our daughter Rory has apraxia.  Finally we know for sure it’s what we are dealing with, and we literally drove through Tropical Storm Emily for that confirmation.  Sometimes metaphors are ridiculously obvious and kind of cliche, but just so true you have to expand upon them, so can we just talk for a minute about how the tropical storm and apraxia are so similar? Emily came out of nowhere and took everyone by surprise, just as apraxia caught us off-guard.  Sure it’s hurricane season in Florida, so duh, you should expect it, but the storm really did organize and appear overnight unlike most named storms.  Apraxia, too, has been a possibility since last April, but since none of the therapists who’ve worked with Rory really thought it was apraxia, we didn’t think so either.  When I read The Late Talker, BAM, it hit me just like Emily walloped the coast. But also...

Starting Rory’s Apraxia Journey

on Jul 22, 2017

We have been trying to “unlock” our three-year-old daughter Rory’s speech for the past year and a half. While apraxia has been on the table as a potential diagnosis since the beginning, I never really felt like that was “it” and I hoped that even though it wasn’t likely, that she would be one of those late talkers who just woke up one day and started speaking in full sentences. You know, like Einstein. When she turned three and still had only a handful of words, we took her to the developmental pediatrician, who pulled out her copy of The Late Talker to go through the symptoms of  apraxia with us.  When we got home I checked the book out from the library and joined the Facebook group of co-writer Lisa Geng where I read article after article about her experience with her son’s apraxia.  But it was this article about the soft signs of apraxia...

Owen’s Birth Story: Part 2

on Nov 21, 2016

One of the questions I hear the most from first-time moms is “how will I know I’m in labor?” and usually it’s pretty obvious.  However, when you have been having contractions for a few days–yes, REAL ONES, not Braxton Hicks–you definitely start to question yourself.  So here we are on Monday evening and Glenn just took Collin to his t-ball practice.  As soon as they left, my contractions went from every 30-45 minutes to every 10-15 minutes to every 4-5 minutes apart and the intensity was definitely increasing.  I was chatting with my mom on Facebook and timing the contractions on my app while trying to determine if this was really “it” and had pretty much determined that I needed to take another trip in to triage to at least get checked out.  Being 0cm dilated and not effaced at all that morning was making me feel pretty ridiculous...

Owen’s Birth Story: Part 1

on Oct 30, 2016

Dear, darling Owen, my beautiful fourth child who finds his first blog mention in his birth story post.  Get used to it, kiddo.  You have joined a wild and wonderful circus of a family and as our caboose, this sort of thing is bound to happen often.  I promise that despite our being busy and scattered, we will love you just as much as we love ALL of our children, and that infinite amount of love for each of you is something you will never understand until you have children of your own. My pregnancy with you was overall delightful with a few bumps along the way. The first was morning sickness, which once again reared its ugly head and turned me into a useless lump of nausea huddling on the couch for weeks on end.  Dada completely took over as Super Dad, driving kids to and from school, feeding and bathing everyone and generally being amazing while I read about 20 books and tried not to...

Palm

on Sep 14, 2015

So if you missed the news, we didn’t get the Woodcrest house.  We waited and waited and hoped and hoped, but it just wasn’t meant to be.  But I’m hoping the reason Woodcrest didn’t happen was so we could find this beauty. This lovely home in Dunedin caught our eye when we were in the process of talking ourselves out of the house hunting process.  But try as we might neither one of us could give up our Zillow addiction and a price reduction dropped it into Glenn’s search range.  When he showed it to me I felt the same familiar quickening of my heart that comes with finding a truly special house.  We immediately drove over to check it out and contacted our realtor to schedule a showing, all while hoping someone else hadn’t beat us to the punch again. Our showing was with all three kids again on a rainy morning.  They ran amuck around the empty house,...