Posted November 08, 2018 11:12:23When I first started my journey of Down syndrome, I had no idea what to expect.
I had been a regular mom for almost a decade when my daughter, Sophie, was born.
We were living in a house that had a kitchenette and bathroom, but didn’t have much of a bedroom.
There was one bedroom and a single bed that was shared by my husband and daughter.
My daughter, who was very early on the spectrum, would not sleep in her own bed, but rather in a friend’s.
There were also times when I would bring her to sleep on my lap.
When Sophie was two, her parents had her in the family’s living room, but Sophie had a special condition that was not a problem for me.
It was that my daughter would cry if she was hungry, so I would feed her.
It was a very unique relationship for me because I knew Sophie would be hungry too, but I was also happy for her to cry.
When I brought Sophie to sleep in the living room and she cried, I was very grateful.
After Sophie’s birth, I started to think about what I could do to help my daughter get her own bedroom.
I realized that she would not be able to stay in her room if I were not there.
The reason for that was because I had a baby, so she had to go to her own room.
My first instinct was to keep her in my room.
When Sophie was around 3 months old, I decided that I wanted to keep my baby, but my husband wanted to have her in his room as well.
We decided to go back to my room, where I could change Sophie’s diaper and make her comfortable.
When I returned to my parents’ house, I told them that Sophie would only stay in my house if I took her out of her mother’s room.
They said, “You will be fine.”
I said, I am going to change her room and we are going to be okay.
We went back to the living rooms of my parents, who agreed that we would be fine.
When we went back home to my mom’s house, Sophie was sleeping on the floor.
It took a couple of days before she had her own place.
Sophie, who is now about 10 years old, was still crying when I returned.
I had to change a diaper for her and she had a new pair of pants.
When she went into the bathroom to use the bathroom, I sat her on the toilet seat and gave her a bath.
It wasn’t until a week later that she started crying again.
I started to feel bad about it, because it was a normal thing for her, but also because it felt like she was just trying to get away from me.
My parents didn’t think I had done anything wrong, so it wasn’t like I was trying to make her feel better.
I didn’t want to be the one who was sad, so the next day I did something about it.
I was thinking, What if she did not want me to have a baby?
If I were to change the diaper, she wouldn’t be able get to her room.
I could have just stayed home and tried to make things right, but that was a big decision.
The day after she changed her diaper, I took Sophie out of the living area and told her to go into the livingroom.
She didn’t seem to mind the change.
When the door opened and Sophie came out, she immediately looked up at me and asked, “Mommy?
Are you okay?”
I said that she was fine, and she looked back at me, smiled, and hugged me tightly.
I was amazed at how well Sophie looked after being in my arms.
The next day, I called my mom to tell her that Sophie had cried a few times and was sleeping in my bed.
I said to her, “Well, that’s fine, because she is only 10.”
Sophie was crying so hard when I told her that that day, she started to cry even harder.
It became harder to keep Sophie quiet, so her mother came over to check on her.
I went to the bedroom, changed Sophie’s diapers, put her in a diaper suit, and told Sophie that she could go into her room with her mom if she wanted to.
When we were leaving the house, she was crying and crying.
I got her back to her mother, and we went to her bedroom to change Sophie.
I changed her diapers too.
When my daughter came out of there, I saw that Sophie was still lying in her mother-in-law’s bed and was not sleeping.
I couldn’t believe it.
My husband and I walked outside and asked Sophie if she could come out of my room and be with us.
Sophie didn’t say no, but we went into her bedroom and she sat down.