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My boys turned one yesterday. It's been an insane year. They both require visits to specialists and consultations with various doctors. One of my sons had nerve damage in utero and we were originally told that it was permanent 7th facial nerve palsy, but the latest specialist I've seen thinks that the original diagnosis was wrong. Both boys have gone through physical therapy and we are currently looking for help at getting my one son's social-emotional scores up to speed. I also had a heck of a time getting them to sleep and only in the last month have been able to get a solid 6-7 hours in a row. So yes, not much writing. If you read chapter 15, you can see why these last few chapters have been so hard. I have no passion when I haven't slept and this story needs passion. I still don't feel that I do it justice, but at least I can write now. Thank you for all your messages. I turned off my email alerts to my phone because I kept getting spam messages. This is the first time I've visited this page in a long time. I read through everything and you are all amazing. Thank you for sticking by me even after I pulled a Snape and vanished.