I was 24 years old when I had my son, Christian, in 1999. He was such a good baby. He started taking his first steps when he was just two months old. He had a lump on the side of his neck and I noticed he couldn’t turn his head.
They say autism is a marathon, not a sprint, and I have to say I agree with that sentiment. Our marathon began in 2006 with the arrival of my identical twin sons, born at 26 weeks.