My son Alex was born almost three months early. He spent his whole first year living in a hospital (consequently, so did my wife Jill and I). But eventually he came home, started EI, dragged an oxygen cannula around after him – I used to watch Alex’s cannula swing back and forth, back and forth, while he rode his wooden rocking horse – and got carted to doctors to get rid of medical equipment and to get his diagnosis of PDD-NOS. Alex is 10 now.
Time went on and Alex started special-needs pre-school and we had another son, Ned. Ned, 8, …read more