She recently started a blog about the trials her amazing daughter is going through with epilepsy. It made me realize that if I can write down all the wonderful things going on with my own child's struggles I might be able to look at then as something other then a struggle. So thank you Heather for getting me off my ass and doing something optimistic instead of being the 24 hour pessimist I always am.
This is Austen at 4 months old, here we are pretty clueless to what lies ahead in our future.
The only clue we has was he constant crooked smile that we decided she genetically inherited from my father even with me being adopted.
As you see her here in this picture is as you will always see her, smiling. She never cried. She slept through the night starting at 5 weeks, she was content to be on some ones lap, or near her Papa, she loves her Papa best. It wouldn't be until she was 15 months that we really notices anything could be wrong, and at that point it was pretty mild.
We will get into the deep stuff next post.
