To me, writing is therapeutic. You may wonder why I would want to share this experience. I debated not writing about it, but for me, I can process better through written word. And I never want anyone else to experience what I did.
December 11, 2017 started like any normal day. We played, had lunch, did some grocery shopping. A normal day as a Stay at Home Mom. In the afternoon I put Deano and Teddy in the bathtub for a little water play/quick bath. I stepped out of the bathroom for a few minutes to open the front door. My mom was dropping something off. I heard Deano yelling something so I went to check on the boys after only being gone a few minutes, that was when my worst day began. Continue reading “My Worst Day”