We know intimate details of our child's therapists lives (weddings, fights with the husband, why they hate the color pink or why the mother-in-law isn't allowed to visit).
When we wake up on a Monday morning and realize it is an Early Intervention day we can
We are on a first-name basis with our insurance company representative.
We know that when we are told that the doctor is with another patient, he is really reading the cliff notes version of our child's medical record. It may take up to an hour.
We know when the 'good' time is to visit the ER.
We know that when another parent says "I don't know how you do it" they really mean "Thank God that's not me". More importantly, we are okay with you thinking that because at one time we thought the same thing.
We don't panic over a temperature, but we have our pediatrician's cell phone number on speed dial. You know, just in case.
We look forward to our child's PT/OT/SPT therapy because we have to leave the house.
We know what PT/OT/SPT/IEP stand for.
When our pediatrician tells us he is going on vacation we think that since our visits probably paid for his retirement, his children's college education and his wife's new jewelry we probably should be invited to the family ski house.
We also think that our child's visits just paid for the new wing at the Rehab center.
What about you, how are you different as a 'special' mom?
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