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Every time she posts pictures of her baby online, people beg her to stop

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She even has a hard time being in public because of the relentless questions she is bound to get, “It’s exhausting to explain my son’s health problems over and over” she shared.

She cannot understand the level of interest in her son merely because of his looks. She says,“He lives a life like every other child… does he look different? Absolutely – but that doesn’t make him any less.”

Adding, “He deserves life, he deserves acceptance – I will fight until my dying day for that.”

She does not appreciate the concern people send her way especially when she is going about her day and is suddenly accosted by someone who is ‘curious’ and has questions.

“What people need to understand is that I am just a mum and my son is just a baby… our life doesn’t revolve around his diagnosis,” she said.

The exhausted young mother added, “My son looks a little bit different but that doesn’t mean he is just a lesson to give the world. It’s exhausting mentally and emotionally to go over the same diagnosis and explain my son’s health problems over and over to people.

“We are just a normal family. I pray for the world to accept disabled people one day and not judge off of their appearance and the things they cannot do.”

It honestly is saddening to see that even in this day and age people are quick to judge those who are different to them in any way. We can only hope that people become kinder and more accepting.

We are sending love to Natasha and young Raedyn. Join us in sending them your good wishes as well.

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