An Unexpected Path: Moving towards a better home

Daria Mochan family

When my parents decided to build our family home, they wanted to provide a better life for us. Moving out of Philadelphia to a better school district was their number one priority; accessibility wasn’t even on the radar. After all, why should it have been? They were in their late 30s, both healthy individuals with a young active family. How would they have known that six years after moving my mom would break her leg? Who would’ve guessed that fall, and the many subsequent ones that followed, would eventually lead to diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis?

An Unexpected Path: Hears to Ears

Daria Mochan Special Needs

First of all I just want to say that I am very thankful for ears.  And, I suppose just like other important body parts, I had just taken normal hearing and ear structure for granted.
When Gia was born, her left ear was deformed.  I figured that if it looked malformed on the outside, that something might be wrong on the inside.  I pestered the NICU staff about when the hearing screening would take place and I was not surprised when she failed.   They told me that it was not uncommon to fail the screening because it was a generalized test and the NICU was a noisy place.  But when she had her first sedated hearing test with the audiologist, her hearing impairment was confirmed.  Since then she’s had several more sedated hearing tests, wears bilateral hearing aids and we see the audiologists monthly.

An Unexpected Path: Riding the cloud

Daria Mochan Special Needs

Our family life is much like anyone’s with young children.  We laugh, we play, we eat together when we can, we sometimes go places that aren’t medical or therapy related and we struggle with sleep.  Sure, we are pretty busy with appointments and there are plenty of times of stress and worry too.  Compared to our life before a child with special needs, those ups and downs do tend to be more dramatic, but that’s to be expected….we are on a different ride now.

An Unexpected Path: Friendship

Daria Mochan Special Needs

I’ve always given quite a bit of thought to Gia’s future. Over the last two and a half years I’ve wondered whether she would survive, eat, walk, talk or live independently. I’ve questioned whether she would recognize her parents, laugh with her sister, make jokes or express emotion.  I’ve managed to put some of these thoughts to rest, simply because they are no longer a mystery, and I’ve also learned that excessive worrying about future events does no good. Alas, sometimes I am undeterred by that that obvious fact.