“One of the things that actually our parish priest pointed out, is one day we were picking kids up from school, and my oldest son grabbed the baby and was just walking around with the baby, and our priest said, ‘Look at that! Look at him! That’s what we want.’ That’s what we want around here, is big brothers knowing how to carry a baby and being proud of introducing his younger sister to his friends, and basically just young kids appreciating that young life, or that family life… And for me, it wasn’t a big deal. He carries the baby all the time. He changes her diapers. He puts her down for a nap. That’s just kind of a way of life.”
“Then I got pregnant with number eight. And I remember people slandering me for getting pregnant again, because they figured, ‘You have a special needs child, why would you have another child after him?’ And that was a big one, because I remember thinking, ‘I don’t think God would have given me this trial, if there wasn’t a purpose.’ And when she was born, because of her, he learned how to crawl. Number seven learned how to crawl because of number eight. Because he wanted to get to that baby that was crying on the other side. So he actually would move. And people were astounded, because he never moved. He never made a sound. He couldn’t speak yet. Nothing. And because of her, he wanted to eat. He never put anything in his mouth, but she was eating, so he learned how to eat.”