Category: Family

About that weight upon the shoulders of special needs parents

  DISCLAIMER: I know that some of the terms that I use and highlight here are controversial, very charged and maybe upsetting. Any other day I would agree with you on that. But today I need those terms to express my feelings accurately. As much as they may hurt.   Sometimes, I almost forget that... Read more »

The futon

According to the Merriam Webster dictionary, a futon is “a usually cotton-filled mattress used on the floor or in a frame as a bed, couch, or chair”. We all have had one at one point or other in our lives, testament to our college days, to that life of unsettlement that called for temporary furniture... Read more »

Christmas when you aren't coming home

One of the hardships of being a foreigner is that, sometimes, you have to spend the holidays away from home. I have heard a thousand times that home is where you want it to be, that it is not a place, etc. I even used to repeat that like a mantra. And you know what?... Read more »
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Of Thanksgiving, globalization and my homemade gnocchi.

*This post was written during ChicagoNow’s Blogapalooz-Hour for November 2016. During Blogapalooz we are given a prompt and we have one hour to post. This is today’s prompt: “ “Write about something you believed as a child or in your youth that turned out not to be true.” Last week, like millions of American families, I hosted... Read more »

Gravida 8, Live Birth 3: A Story of Miscarriages

Every single time I am seen by a doctor and they recount my medical history, I have to hear those words: Gravida 8, Live birth 3. Most of you may be wondering what kind of score that is. Only if you have been in my pants will you know that it is possibly the saddest score... Read more »

Why my son's first birthday party invitation became a celebration in itself

If you have kids of school age, chances are that to some extent, you dread birthday parties. Chances are, too, that you attend a fair amount of them, and throw a couple or three a year. As I wrote about our particular birthdaypalooza, I am as guilty as the next mom of throwing them, a... Read more »
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The suburbs are calling, but I am not answering (yet)

This weekend we finally came to our senses and decided to go on a little exploratory committee to check out the suburbs. It’s not like I haven’t been there before, but I doubt that a trip to IKEA or Legoland counts as checking  them out. Since our house was taken over by dehumidifiers and fans... Read more »

Ladies, let's show Dads some respect, please.

Today, I witnessed a bizarre scene at the Post Office. If you are an adept customer of the USPS, you know that this is not an uncommon event. But this one was particularly outrageous. It was one of the most blatant cases of sexism and gender bias I have ever witnessed. When we talk about sexism,... Read more »

The timeline of a cochlear implant in photos

<b>October 13, 2015. Surgery day.</b> Here we go again, another Tuesday 13th. In Spain, Tuesday 13th, or <i>"martes y trece"</i>, is supposed to bring bad luck. Both of his surgeries were on Tuesday 13th, almost three years apart. A friend put together a list of all the good things that have happened on Tuesday 13th in history, and I will be eternally grateful to her for that. The first time I was looking for any excuse to back up. The second time I considered it a good sign. Here he is happily playing before going into the OR. He took the nurse's temperature and BP before she took his. We played, explained and prepared him quite a bit so he wouldn't be scared. Luckily, we succeeded. Being in a big pediatric hospital, Lurie Children's Hospital, truly helped, as they are more than used to deal with little kids.
*Disclaimer: some of the pictures in this gallery are graphic and show a healing scar in detail. If you are sensitive, you may want to have someone else have a look at them first.  *Second disclaimer: This post intends to be informative in nature. I am not weighing in the pro or anti cochlear implant... Read more »
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The lucky ones. In memory of Donna Quirke.

When people find out that my four year old is deaf, their first reaction is to say that they are sorry. Every single time I answer with a line that leaves them perplexed: “Don’t be sorry for me. I’m one of the lucky ones”. And every single time, they have a hard time understanding why... Read more »