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1 in 150,000. Top Story - August 2018.
“1 in 150,000 chance,” is what the doctor told us when describing the rarity of my son's new diagnosis, Zellweger spectrum disorder. All we knew was that this disorder was caused by mutated genes, and has a very poor prognosis. Our world was shattered. Our hope was shattered. And we had a long, broken down road ahead of us. This is my blog as a mother to cope and express my true feelings.
By Kayleigh Sayer7 years ago in Families
Thoughts Moms Have About Having Sex During a Family Vacation
Woohoo! You're on vacation. You booked. You saved. Your plane didn't crash. You and your entire family have arrived in paradise for the next 6 nights and 7 days. The sun is blazing, the water is clear, and even your grouchy kids seem to be genuinely excited and grateful. Obviously you aren't delirious and know there will be ups and downs, smiles and tears, and many lost hours of sleep, and of course there is no way in hell you're leaving this getaway without your husband begging for some action.
By Jus L'amore7 years ago in Families
10 Smart Ways to Prepare for Parenthood
Parenthood is never what you expect it to be—just ask anyone who already has kids. It's a journey that's full of surprises and will always keep you guessing. It will be fun at times, and sad at times. No matter what you see, you're going to end up seeing a side of yourself that you never knew you had.
By Sasha Konikovo7 years ago in Families
A Big Lesson from a Simple Banana
The old school bus #28 was packed the afternoon it left Pineville (NC) Elementary School and, about a mile farther, lumbered up Morrow Avenue with its load of rowdy-but-tired students. It stopped and deposited me, my younger brother, and Bobby—a kid with dirty hair, wrinkled clothes and a constantly-runny nose—just short of an old, dilapidated house with dusty bare spots among the weeds in the front yard. Bobby never said much and, when the bus let him off, took off running through the weeds and into the battered front door.
By Chuck Hinson8 years ago in Families
Here Captain! Dear Father!
For some reason I always picture my father in the week where autumn turns to winter. It’s his favorite time of year because it’s where he feels most comfortable, which makes sense because my father is a man who likes to feel comfortable. Comfortability is the first step to having the upper hand, I think, and the upper-hand is a mandatory thing for men like my father, no matter how few there might be. And there in my head, with him in those last few days of November, sitting in a rocking chair on my porch, puffing on a pipe, frameless glasses and all, pursuing a Robert Frost collection, I am okay with him having the upper-hand.
By Finnegan Alexander8 years ago in Families
Resilience
On one gloomy afternoon in Ms. Daly's art class, my itch to finish my project was fueled by something other than my deep contempt for pottery. At 3:30 PM, I received a joyous phone call from my dad that my mom was rushed to the hospital to give birth to a unique baby girl named Yasmine.
By Selma Ahmed8 years ago in Families
How to Wake Up a Sleeping Teen
One of the most puzzling creatures on planet Earth are those who come into this world as human babies. These small creatures move about within the female as they form and have plenty of room to move around and kick. In fact, upon their first appearance on their planet, they come complete with an extension cord (I think doctors call them umbilical these days, but who are they fooling? Everybody knows that babies are still attached to their moms until they reach 35). Certainly, if the Creator had enough room for those things, He could've easily added an instruction book, couldn't he?
By Chuck Hinson8 years ago in Families
Things You Should Never Say to a Birthmother
When I fell pregnant with my daughter three years ago, I wasn't prepared for anything. I wasn't prepared for the physical damage pregnancy would do, and I definitely wasn't prepared to be a parent. I didn't even have the money necessary for me to eat or pay rent, let alone have a baby.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart8 years ago in Families
