I’m admitting it … I wish Jennah was a typical child. I wish she could walk, talk, and play with her brother and sister. I wish she would go to school and give me 2 hours of solace without worry of her crying, choking, or seizing.
I’m tired. I don’t pray, eat, sleep or exercise. I don’t play with my other children. I don’t even talk much to my husband anymore. All I do is carry Jennah, drive, and yell a lot.