My son...My heart...
It’s early afternoon on a rainy weekday, little one is napping (hopefully!) and big one is laying on the couch in cozy pajamas for a third day in a row. This sounds like a lovely scene taken straight from the motherhood book of fantasies, however one major exception: big one is sick…again. Life as a mother of a child with a chronic health issue has been exhausting. And unpredictable. My son is now almost six years old, so we’ve had many years to adjust to this life of unpredictability. Six years ago, I had a difficult health condition during my first son’s pregnancy, therefore his labor and delivery became very complicated and traumatic. He was born with mild medical needs from day one. We struggled with stabilizing his health in those first months, as I silently fought hard against postpartum depression. We thought his health was stabilizing, but by month four, he was diagnosed with a serious illness that changed the course of his life. For the next two years, my son and I wo