Achondro...what?
I've had this post sitting in my draft folder for over a week, and honestly, I don't even know how to start. For some reason I've felt like I need to convey EVERYTHING I've learned about achondroplasia this year. Or that I need to tell a detailed story about how we ultimately found out that Otto had dwarfism. But, today I realized that I don't. I'm sure over time I'll come to share those things, but not now.
Today, I simply want to say that six months ago I learned that hearing my son cry in the delivery room was one of the greatest sounds in the world. I never expected to feel so completely happy and at peace when I heard his first screams.
I learned a lot [A LOT!] about achondroplasia and its medical "complications" and special considerations in 2014, but I think what I really learned is that some of life's best lessons are those least expected.
Today, I simply want to say that six months ago I learned that hearing my son cry in the delivery room was one of the greatest sounds in the world. I never expected to feel so completely happy and at peace when I heard his first screams.
I learned a lot [A LOT!] about achondroplasia and its medical "complications" and special considerations in 2014, but I think what I really learned is that some of life's best lessons are those least expected.
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