Sunday will be 9 months since Aidan's accident. I don't know how I feel to be honest. I still have days that I can't believe that this is what our lives have become. I feel like my son was stolen from me. All the things that could have been, watching him grow and develop and be a normal little boy.... it was ripped away from us. I hate to see little boys his age knowing that Aidan can't run and play with them. Then there are days that I'm okay. I can deal with everything. Most days though I feel like I'm just getting by. I try not to think about it and just do what needs to be done for the boys.
We're settling into the apartment and things are much less stressful. Aidan hasn't had as many of the painful seizure episodes as he had been having which is a blessing. I hate knowing that they are hurting him. Next month we go for an evaluation with the special-ed preschool. Aidan will be able to go to preschool once he turns 3. I'm looking forward to it in a way because I think it will be good for him to have that exposure to other children and I think that it will help him to be with teachers that know how to help him. I try, but I don't think I'm doing good enough, especially when I have to take care of Evan too.
It's hard to believe that Thanksgiving is fast approaching and then Christmas will be here before we know it. This Thanksgiving has so much more meaning for me. For the first time in my life I think I have more to be thankful for than I could ever imagine.
Well, I just thought I'd post. We're getting some pictures taken tomorrow so that I can get Christmas cards made. I make my own cards and I wanted to get them done early if I can. I'll get the Halloween pictures up as soon as I get them off of my mom's camera. The batteries in mine are dead. Sorry I've been so slack about getting it done and posting.
We are so grateful to everyone for their prayers and endless support. I hope you all have a great weekend!