I was 20 when I had a beautiful little girl I named Kala. She was 3 months old when she was diagnosed with tracheomalagia. Which meant she was getting too much air to the brain. Which is just as bad as not getting enough. She was about 10 months old when she had her first seizure. She was about a year and a half old when we were told she was developmentally delayed. Which we knew because we had older children. I have fought to put her in a separate school not just a separate class, I have fought drs, teachers, school board and anyone else I feel I needed to for Kala. She is now 26 and the light of my life. She is very smart but can't read or write. Helps with the house work and cooking loves to do the dishwasher. She is my heart.