This
is how today started…no less than eight phone calls were made in
relation to my son Devon. I talked with the supply company (twice), the
GI office (twice), the pediatrician, the geneticist, the director of
special education services for our school district, and Devon’s service
coordinator. When I got done with all that, my
husband tried to lighten the mood by saying, "Gee, you would think this
kid had a disability or something!" Yeah, you would…or would you?
From Complex Child emagazine:
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