Kenny-Caffey Syndrome
I've realized if someone only knew me through what I wrote on this blog, I would appear to be a person in dire straights. I'm not, I promise. But I don't need an outlet to write about my exceedingly boring day-to-day life. For the most part, we live our lives just like everyone else. Will and I go to work, come home, take turns cooking and entertaining Eli, put him to bed, collapse on the couch and watch The Great British Baking Show while we talk about how we wish Mary Berry was our grandmother, go to bed, repeat. We send each other pictures of Eli when he's being especially cute, and talk about how we have the cutest baby in the world. We're THOSE people now. We're happy, most days. I get home from work and I lay on the floor beside him, making him laugh by pretending to tickle him. I delight in his delight. This is off topic, but I just felt the need to put it out there. Now, on topic. We have a diagnosis. This is what we've been waiting on for 13 month...