I hung up the phone and marked my calendar with another appointment for next week. That made three. God, how am I going to do this?
I never imagined I would have a special needs child, much less two. I loved Noah and Seth, but their schedules could be overwhelming. One doctor after another. Private duty nursing. Medical supplies. Pharmacies. Physical therapy. Hospitals. Surgeries. We were either in the car traveling to specialists more than an hour away or trying to recover from the trips.
Feet dragging, I made my way to the living room
