|Noah's Chair Before|
|Noah's Chair After|
Sometimes I really wish that it was a per-requisite to any place of employment that assists anyone disabled or with special needs to actually shadow a family like ours for a week. To truly understand our trials, how hard just one day can be for us, to have a better understanding of how just one kind word can help us, one ounce of help and we're forever grateful. I admit I was hurt when I spoke to that secretary on Monday. We just needed a little understanding, compassion and help. But the world isn't like that - especially when it comes to having a special needs child. I don't expect that we'd be given preferential treatment, but love, care and kindness can go a very long way.
Noah's sleeping hasn't improved and we're on week two now of his new sleeping schedule. And I keep thinking maybe our only saving grace will be the time change next month. We're still at a loss for why he's suddenly fallen back into an odd sleeping pattern. And even with what feels like lots of lack of sleep he's still very chipper through the day, with only the handful of typical meltdowns because he wants to play with his train or watch a different movie.
Today is my birthday, (a really unimportant detail in the circumstances of our lives) - the only great thing about it is I get this wonderful yearly chance to make the biggest wishes I can for Noah. They will always and forever be for him for the rest of my life. I have nothing else to ever wish for. And Noah really does love it when people sing happy birthday. He loves birthdays.
Noah's Miracle by Stacy Warden is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.