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I have a new on-line friend these days.  Her name is Katie and she just had a baby boy with Down syndrome.  As it so happens, she’s also the neighbor of my in-laws.

She emailed me today, asking whether or not I breast fed Ava and how did it go?  Did I have any tricks up my sleeve to help her along in her quest to nurse her wee lad.  I emailed her back with a few pointers, but unfortunately didn’t have the time today to call her to chat about it more.  And now, with the time difference, it’s much too late for me to call her.

Katie’s question has been in the back of my mind all day long.  It brought back so many memories of a teeny tiny baby Ava, still swimming in preemie clothes at 6 weeks old.  And she was never a preemie–she just didn’t want to eat those first couple of months.  And the anguish–I’m certainly glad it’s in the past.

This happens all the time for me, and today is no different.  A situation like this one makes me realize how much time has passed, how much I’ve learned about Down syndrome, about Ava, about my family and about me since she graced us with her presence.  Eating is certainly not a problem anymore–she’d likely devour an entire bag of cookies if I let her go for it.  There’s other things now.

She’s busy as heck.  She’s frustrated that she understands every stinking word someone says to her but can’t respond like you and I.  She’s really into playing on the bed with Reid….  Lots of things.

And the things that seem so frustrating to me today – just like her lack of eating as a baby – will likely, one day, be a thing of the past that I’ll reflect upon, glad it’s where it is, and deal with the current day.

Today is today.  Yesterday was yesterday.  And tomorrow is tomorrow.  And so it goes….