21 years ago, my amazing daughter entered the world. She arrived about half past midnight and has been a night owl ever since. At about this time (10am) on the day she was born (a monday) I left her in the Nambour hospital nursery while I walked across the road for a specialist paediatrician appointment with my almost 2 year old son. The one thing I remember from that appointment was as I was walking out, the last comment the specialist made was "this is one little boy who's going to need a lot of help in life'. I looked back quizzically. I had no idea at the time what lay ahead. I then took him to meet his sister. When she cried he tried to hit her. Only much later did we realise her high pitched crying was incredibly painful for him and he just wanted the sound to stop. It's been a hell of a roller coast ride since then, and she's often been overshadowed by her big brother's special needs. I'm amazed, grateful and blessed to have such a wonderful daughter and to have such a special relationship with her. Today is all about her though and I have to start blowing up 100 helium balloons and getting ready for the party at Byron Bay tonight.
Cheerio
Deb
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