Here is my tear-soaked, snot-filled update: If you read one of my previous posts, you’ll remember that I said our house was bursting at the seams and so was our laundry basket. I knew a day would come where our laundry basket would be empty and our hearts would be shattered. Well, that day has come and I wish I could say that our basket was 100% empty, (but ain’t nobody got time for that)...
(In centro) I first met baby Linda during a shift coverage in our Centro (emergency crisis care). I could tell right away that not only was she significantly delayed, but that her attachment style was disorganized. She wasn’t fussy often, but when she was - she would pull you in and push you away and repeat this process until she was simply too tired to carry on, eventually passing out in your arms. At eight...
