Posts tagged infant

I have been angry. Angry that my brother was disabled at all. Angry at what it did to my childhood and kept on doing to …

Suddenly our mother and father locked eyes at that kitchen table and had the same thought–“when he seized in the hospital his heart stopped.”  They …

Rick’s whole first year, our mother put her hand through the crib slats on his chest, becoming a human apnea monitor through every night. After …

I was thirty-seven months old when my brother came home. That year was counted in minutes, hours, days, weeks, then months. The first thing I …

Godde worked to reconnect with the Israelites after they experienced slavery in Egypt. They found themselves without food in a desert and much like newborns, …