My son is now 4 months old. When he was born he had seizures and is now basically "asleep" 24/7 because of some extreme form of Epilepsy, which hasn't been fully diagnosed.
I always said that if we found out during the pregnancy the baby had any form of disability, we wouldn't go ahead because we have two children already and I could imagine our time and effort being focused on the disabled child.
All I see when I look at him is the pain of the future to come. The numous hospital visits, which have started from day one, the time to look after him, the limit to his life.
It's selfish as well, I can't bear to be seen in public with him, to be asked about him. The looks of pity have started already.
And I cry over the love my two kids give him knowing they won't have the brother they can play with.
He isn't moving and barely opens his eyes, and even when he does I don't see a connection. No laughter, no smiles or giggles. Nothing.
I resent him. I wish we could go back to just the 4 of us. Sometimes I feel like just giving up.
I just don't want to live this life as a parent of a disabled child. I just see pain and heartache and wasted time.
Help.