About Me

First comes love…

Then comes marriage…

Then comes a baby in a baby carriage!

The shortcoming of that charming little rhyme is that it doesn’t tell what comes next.

Happily ever after is always more complicated than it seems. Shortly after we brought Jacob home we found ourselves in the NICU treating him for a rare metabolic genetic disorder called citrullinemia. I knew that having a baby would change my life, but I didn’t know how dramatically.

This blog is about me: wife of Justin, lover of yoga and stinky cheese, teacher of high school history students, graduate of Columbia University, and mother of the awesome and special Jacob (and let’s not forget our fur baby Ben). I am slightly obsessive-compulsive, unashamedly get excited about attending book club, and enjoy drinking Manhattans largely because they are called Manhattans.

But this blog is also also about the courage, faith, and flexilibility required in raising a child with a urea cycle disorder. And probably also raising a child in general. Thank you for reading!

4 thoughts on “About Me

  1. Dominique,

    The four of us took a trip down to Sarasota last weekend, where we saw Barbara O., Seth, and Christina. C was kind enough to share your blog with me, and I’ve spent the past half hour or so smiling at Jacob’s videos and photos, reading your beautiful prose, and responding to your feelings of overwhelming joy and fear.

    Jacob is beautiful. He’s a fabulous storyteller, too — such a sweet, expressive voice. He looks SO MUCH like you!

    Your post on Jonah and the whale especially resounded with me; if there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past 11 years, it’s that life is not linear. I’ve come to expect sharp angles and complete shifts in direction. Yes, these surprises are what make life beautiful and interesting — but sometimes I just wish I could climb in a cave and hide! I guess that’s a part of being a parent, eh?

    Just wanted to reach out and let you know I’m thinking of you three. Looks like you’ve been surrounded with love and support. Please know that you have friends in Thomasville, too — and we’re sending our best wishes your way.

    Sending love,
    Nadia

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  2. Dominique,

    The four of us took a trip down to Sarasota last weekend, where we saw Barbara O., Seth, and Christina. C was kind enough to share your blog with me, and I’ve spent the past half hour or so smiling at Jacob’s videos and photos, reading your beautiful prose, and responding to your feelings of overwhelming joy and fear.

    Jacob is beautiful. He’s a fabulous storyteller, too — such a sweet, expressive voice. He looks SO MUCH like you!

    Your post on Jonah and the whale especially resounded with me; if there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past 11 years, it’s that life is not linear. I’ve come to expect sharp angles and complete shifts in direction. Yes, these surprises are what make life beautiful and interesting — but sometimes I just wish I could climb in a cave and hide! I guess that’s a part of being a parent, eh?

    Just wanted to reach out and let you know I’m thinking of you three. Looks like you’ve been surrounded with love and support. Please know that you have friends in Thomasville, too — and we’re sending our best wishes your way.

    Sending love,
    Nadia

    Like

    • Nadia, I don’t know if you remember, but you once told me how grateful you were that you were chosen to care for and support your special boys. That for whatever reason God must have considered you up to the challenge. I understand now. Thank you for this beautiful note. Love to you and your family. Hope to see you someday soon!

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