Well we were dealt it. Many people were.
I'd be lying to you if I said it was all fine and dandy. It is not. But sometimes it is. Because it is life. Like happiness, it has its ebbs and flows determined often by external factors.
So what is it like to be have a child with special needs?
Let me try and tell you......
Sometimes, I feel like Dr Jekyll.
Other times, I feel like Dr Hyde.
Sometimes, I wish I could turn back the clock.
Other times, I wouldn't change a thing.
Sometimes, I wonder if we'll cope. Whether this will rip this family unit apart.
Other times, I know it has made us stronger as a team.
Sometimes, I panic about his future.
Other times, I love that he makes us live in the here and now.
Sometimes, I despair of the glacial development.
Other times, I cheer at the minute achievements, all the more wonderful for being hard won.
Sometimes, I get jealous and angry of the families with the 'perfect' children. Do they know how lucky they are?
Other times, I know we are the lucky ones too.
Sometimes, I lament. Shake my fist. Pray for miracles.
Other times, I am accepting. Life chugs on.
Sometimes, I get sad about his relationship with his siblings. How there is just three years between him and his sister but it might as well be ten. How he should be joining in with the role-plays, the chasing and the shared jokes.
Other times, I see their bond is special, unique. There is so much they can do together. They are all teaching each other about life.
Sometimes, I am begrudging of the hard work, the hours of therapy, can't find the patience to deal with the feeding problems.
Other times, I roll my sleeves up, get stuck in, it's just another task on the job load of being a parent.
Sometimes, I can't be bothered with the constant fights for education, equipment and help.
Other times, I am grateful for all the support, the medical staff that listen, the therapists that encourage.
Sometimes, I hate this new world of motability, physiotherapy, brain rehabilitation programmes, sensory diets, special educational statements, special needs nurseries and support groups galore.
Other times, I love this new normal, feel blessed with great new friends, delight in the facebook forum dialogue littered with shared moans and laughs aplenty.
Sometimes, I look at Gabe's little body and think why won't you grow? Why are you the size of a ten month old when you are coming up to three years? Why are you so weak? Why don't you work properly?
Other times, I marvel at its perfection. How it has kept him going through some of the worse illnesses, how it has not let him down. I delight in its ability to heal itself. The miracle of holes closing in hearts and brains developing despite no nutrition.
Sometimes, I feel traumatised by all that we have been through. To wait on tests for horrible life-limiting diseases such as cystic fibrosis. muscular dystrophy, leukodystrophy, congenital disorders of glysocation, diGeorge and worse, rarer and rarer, harder and harder.
Other times, I feel elation that thus far all negative. That by ruling them out means not a second more spent dwelling on their possibility.
Sometimes, the negatives are glaring and scary. He may never know an independent life, may never walk or run, and he may never be able to find the words to effectively communicate with the world. He will be constantly under medical surveillance for historical ailments and more health issues to be come. He remains high risk for regression and his transition to adulthood is not guaranteed.
Other times, the positives bring great hope and joy. His consultants are optimistic, say he is doing well. His health is improving, he is getting stronger. The small, simple things he couldn't do yesterday, he can do today. Like sit in a swing, stand alone, get up on all fours and say "let's go."
Sometimes, I look at Gabe and think why him; why us? Why did we become the parents of a child with additional needs?
Other times, I thank my lucky stars that we were given this precious gift. How great this lottery win of a child that has changed us so much.
Sometimes, he is a child with special needs.
Always, he is just Gabriel. My child. My boy. And I love him. We all love him.