Wilder
I feel like a competent writer when I am trying to express my philosophical or theological ideas or talking about abstract or societal concepts. When it comes to telling my story, I find it much harder to express the depth of an experience. It seems like everything I write down, although internally filled with enormous emotional weight, comes out cold and clinical. Nevertheless, over the last several months I have slowly been processing through the traumatic memories of Wilder's first weeks to begin to write down our experience. Years from now, when more of the details have faded I'm hopeful I will be glad to have this record. So forgive the disjointed, clinical explanation writing as this was as much about processing for me as about sharing the story. Almost a year ago, I was 36 weeks pregnant with my 4th child when my 7 year old suddenly spiked at 103 degree fever. Next came a sore throat and then a rash all over his torso. So of...