I worried about going into public and what it would be like.
The “R” Word
Call me sensitive, call me crazy, but just don’t call my child an offensive name.
Poem Written by Charlie Beswick
This isn’t the baby I dreamed of
This isn’t the life I had planned
I think you have made a mistake here
I really just don’t understand.
Reality
I may be the only one who is thankful for the pandemic. It bought me time. I didn’t have to face the world for an entire year after my child was born with a rare genetic disorder. I could barely face my new reality, let alone people that I know and strangers that I would meet.