Ramblings from a Tired Person
I was digging through the kitchen drawers earlier and came across a stack of photos from when Noah first came home. He was, without a doubt, the cutest little thing I'd ever seen. He had these chubby little cheeks and a smile that could light up a room. But the thing that struck me the most was looking at pictures of us holding him and how he made the best eye contact. One of the things that we're doing for Nandi - in an effort to build attachment - is bottle feeding. I hold her in my arms three times a day while giving her a bottle. She won't even look at me. I hold Eli in my arms and sing songs to him. He won't even look at me. And then I find these photos of Noah - my sweet, little Noah - and he's making the best eye contact. And I can close my eyes and I remember rocking him hour upon hour and feeding him and he would stare into my eyes the entire time.. .with so much love. And then it was stolen from me. Autism took it away from me. My only child who truly bon...