By Jessica Paulraj In September 2014, we will celebrate our oldest son’s 3rd birthday. His name is Adam and from what medicine and logic predicted, he was not supposed to live past 2 months. Three
On Sunday we were at the Christmas Festival at Canuck Place, and there were tears. If you don’t know by now, I cry often, and I’m starting to like it. There were tears when the
Being a new mom is an overwhelming experience—so much joy mixed with hormone levels that are all over the map, and of course the occasional emotional break down. The most common struggles you hear from
It was nearly Thanksgiving, and the grocery store was chalk full of people buying canned pumpkin, fresh cranberries and bags of brussels sprouts. I was in Whole Foods, gathering goods on a lazy Saturday. Jay
My story starts about 20 months ago, when I found out my youngest of 4, has Neurofibromas 1–NF1 for short, also known as von Recklinghausen disease. It’s a progressive neurological disorder. We were at a simple
This pains my heart to write this. I have always loved breast feeding and always will. My breast feeding journey began with Florence 13 months ago, and it started off so well. I’ve always had
I have not asked where God is in all of this, because I’ve learned over these past 13 months that God is always here. We cannot base our belief in God on our feelings towards
I haven’t cried a lot since our ER ordeal. Even then I was in a state of placid calm. I nearly passed out from my fight or flight response but didn’t cry much. Mostly I
I had a moment yesterday, a moment of complete brokenness: in shambles, my throat raw from crying, my head blinded by a headache, by the great weight of it all. I felt completely weak, completely
Thursday evening was supposed to be easy going. I had a normal day with Florence. She was just hanging out in her chair, until she started coughing. Her cough was weaker than usual, perhaps because
Florence has turned one. We have made it through her first year. It didn’t look like I expected it to, and it sure didn’t feel like a year. Every week, every month felt like a
