March has been a busy month for us. Willow's birthday was at the beginning of the month and we celebrated for several days, I think she is just now recovering from all the excitement! Then we had Spring Break and we spent most of it sick with colds, ear infections, and nasty coughs. After many visits to the pharmacy (they now know us by name) I think we are getting better. One of our many visits to the doctor this month was for Willow's one year check up. She weighs in at whopping 15 pounds 9 ounces and is 28 inches long! On her growth chart she is in the 50th percentile for weight and above 50th for length so she is little but she is growing. He is very pleased with her overall health and development and I feel very thankful and blessed for such a good visit.
Since Willow's birth I have come into contact with a magazine specifically for parents who have a child with a disability and have also had the privilege of meeting some moms who also have children with a disability. Every time I read a story or listen to a mother speak about the trials they go through with their children my heart is torn. On one hand I feel so blessed that Willow is healthy and thriving but on the other hand my heart breaks for these mothers. On only a small scale can I understand what they go through. Yes, we have therapy and a few extra doctor's appointments throughout the year but what is that in comparison to the countless hours these mothers spend in doctors' offices, hospitals, and in therapy with their children. They do this with such strength and grace, makes me wonder, would I have the strength? I am sure these mothers have ask the same question and I am sure I would find the strength because of my unconditional love for her but I still look to them in awe of the way they care for their children. They inspire me and I am so privileged to have met some of theses fierce, brave mothers and to have also read the stories of many more.
