June 2, 2004, I gave birth to my middle son Austin. A beautiful 7 lb 12 oz. blue eyed joy. All that know my story also know his seven years have been very difficult and the story never sems to end. My little man I call him, deserves a medal for all the pain and anguish he has been through. The hours upon hours at dr's, specialists, and the pokes and prods on his body through the years. Enough for an adult to go crazy by now. Austin's spirit, his bright blue eyes and his contagious smile should be an inspiration to all. I feel he will be doing something huge in his adult life. All of this does come with a lot of strength as his mom. All the pain, appts with various doctors, and just the though of having a child with such needs as Austin does would drive most to the loony bin. Anybody watching him on the street riding his bike, playing baseball, or just running around would never think there is anything wrong. I, as his mom know that is so far from the truth. When getting his diagnosis at 9 months old as we were preparing him for surgery, many thoughts came through my mind. Do we need to "bubble" him, how we he do things like "normal" kids, can he do this or that? Well, as his mom, I feel we have done a great job by letting him live his life to the fullest and we plan on continuing that trend. Baseball, scouts, bikes, swimming, soccer? The possibilities are endless for him and I hope they will always continue to be. I of course make sure there is always that extra protection and I am sure there will be lots of tears as I send him to overnight camp for the first time this summer. Our next hurdle will be faced within the next few months as they begin testing him for high functioning autism like Henry has. He has been displaying lots of similiar behaviors just like Henry and I along with his doctor are concerned. Am I reading into things too far, is he mimicking Henry, I do not know, but I will find out. I am his biggest advocate and always will be. Will I be surprised if the results come back positive, no, but at least I will know how to handle things. I am however a little scared about the whole thing, but God will get me through this as he has gotten me through everything else.
As we celebrate the day of another year for Austin, we as a family had a tough moment tonight. Our beloved guinea pig Patches died in my arms. The kids all took it very hard and Austin decided it was his worse birthday ever. Wow, that stinks to hear him say that. I know Patches will be replaced by another piggy, but I know it still will not replace Patches. She was well loved and will be missed. Well, off to do my wife duty, dishes, then go to bed to prepare myself for a busy day tomorrow. R.I.P. Patches 5/08-6/2/11
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