When Mike was diagnosed with Congenital CMV, I pictured a wheelchair and a ramp up to my front door. I knew absolutely nothing about disabilities. I thought you could always see ‘what’s the matter’ and I’d never had any insight into caring for someone.
February 2014, I rang Dad from the hospital car park crying my eyes out. Yet again we had another referral. Yet again I was taking our hungry baby home. When was all this ever going to end? Continue reading