It’s not an easy job being the brother of someone who’s sick, for real. Abbe’s brother had to grow up so fast when Abbe was born. We ask so much patience of him, so much responisbility and consideration. Way too much to ask of a two year old, really. It hurts. He’s young.
Because things are the way they are around mealtimes, Abbe’s brother has had to step back an awful lot. If Abbe is to eat at all he needs peace and quiet.
When I sat down to feed Abbe today big brother came along. “Oh, are you feeding Abbe? I can go to my room if you like?”
Sweetheart. Your life shouldn’t have to be like this, you’re only two and a half.
About this blog.
Abbe is the greatest little character. A fighter with a congenital heart defect. A sweetheart with a chromosomal aberration. These are my memos and thoughts from Abbes birth and on.
.... If you want to follow us from day one, please scroll to the bottom of the blog - to mid-March 2005.
....The postings are currently being translated from Swedish to English. Eventually we will reach todays date.
.... Then you can read it from the top, like a usual blog. About an unusual boy.
.... If you want to follow us from day one, please scroll to the bottom of the blog - to mid-March 2005.
....The postings are currently being translated from Swedish to English. Eventually we will reach todays date.
.... Then you can read it from the top, like a usual blog. About an unusual boy.
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What does it mean?
"Heja Abbe & Brorsan" is Swedish and translates roughly into "Go Abbe & Bro". I didn't translate it because I kind of like the header the way it is.
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