Waiting for a Diagnosis
Category: PARENTING
I remember nursing him. Our eyes locked on each other and I didn't know where he ended and I began. And then that eye contact slowly drifted away. I had to get bigger and louder to pull him out from inside his head. And I knew what to look for and I found it, and I knew what it was called.
By Chrissy Kelly, Contributor
World Changer, 2014-02-18