In 2006, we welcomed another baby boy into our family. Luke was born with a shock of jet black hair and a beautiful disposition. He was an easy-going baby, breastfed well (always hungry) and was a gorgeous brother to Jack.
I wasn’t at all surprised when our then 2-year-old son, Eddie, was diagnosed with autism. I had read a lot about autism and knew that Eddie had many red flags, especially the stimming and lack of language.
Most parents will never forget the day they realized their child had autism. For me, it was the day we went to the circus. That was the day my denial ended, and our autism journey started.
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.