Yesterday Fulton turned 10. T! E! N! Or as he put it, “I’m all ten fingers now!” Every year in June, I can’t help but reflect on Fulton’s diagnosis and his first birthday (which fell a little over a week after we got the news). Addie was six when Fulton turned one. Having a ten-year
Feels like it’s been awhile; how about some old school takes? 1. On Sunday, November 19th we celebrated my mom’s 65th birthday and her retirement from a company she’s worked at for 41 years. She’d planned a big party, with tons of food, and friends and family I hadn’t seen in years. Best comment was
Last week as I sat in the hospital with Fulton during his four-hour observation window, I tried, between the nurse interruptions and (mis)alarming equipment, to hash out a Quick Takes post. By the time we left that night and got home I was too spent to reread and edit it into something coherent, thus the
1. The big news in these parts is that the boys are finally getting Spinraza! via GIPHY The hospital scheduler was not prepared for my display of emotion. ***RING*** me: (sees CHOP on the caller ID, gets hopes so damn high) Hello?!?!? scheduler: Yes, can I speak to the parent or guardian of Fulton Mantoan?
Next week is Natural Family Planning (NFP) Awareness Week. I do not normally write about NFP because I would prefer to keep that aspect of my marriage private, as would my husband. However, based on the emails I’ve been getting, I feel there is a need for an NFP post to be written for parents
1. Last Saturday, I drove the older three children to Lancaster, PA to spend the week with my parents. They were excited, my mom was excited, and even my dad was slightly enthusiastic to teach them gun safety and drive them through his hometown. The next day Tony and I took Teddy and Fulton to
Lots of excitement this week, plus I saw my shadow getting out of bed this morning so I declare winter over. My shadow, my rules. Moving on to some quick ones. 1. I sent my oldest two on a bus to Washington, DC last Friday for the annual March for Life. The rest of us
This didn’t start out as a special needs blog. In fact, I still don’t think of it that way, though lately it’s been a running theme. But a few years back, I decided to open up more about that aspect of our family’s life. I thought by sharing a bit more on the blog, I
My final post regarding special needs parenting is inspired from a status another SMA parent posted on Facebook a few months ago. This father was very open about his struggles to maintain his faith. He was mentally keeping track of two columns, and the column for tossing aside what little Christian faith he had left, contained the
I remember the first time Fulton asked me if he would be able to walk when he was an adult. I was getting him ready for bed, when BAM I was hit between the eyes with his innocent question. I remember answering him in a matter of fact way, “No, you’ll always need a wheelchair.”,
It happened every time I took my family out in public; stares, open mouths, finger pointing, awkward conversations and personal questions. And then my fourth, and soon fifth, children added their wheelchairs to the large family traveling circus and things got even worse. I’m hardly an expert in how to properly act around handicap people,
I know I said I’d be writing about this stuff in August, but, this was a slow week and when inspiration strikes, you gotta go with it. When I get emails from other special needs parents they often mention how alone they feel. Many times, I’m the only other person they know raising a child
Saturday morning, we all woke up early and I think the excitement was contagious. A photo posted by Kelly Mantoan (@kellymantoan) on Apr 30, 2016 at 5:50am PDT Like many second graders this spring, Fulton Ambrose received his First Holy Communion at a morning Mass surrounded by a packed sanctuary of friends and family.