02/24/2026
Being a medically complex parent is wild because tell me why I have:
• A whole pharmacy in my kitchen.
• The reflexes of a ninja with a suction machine when I hear a cough.
• And the sleep schedule of a squirrel.
But please.
Tell me again how I should “just relax.”
Relax when?
Between the meds,
the feeds,
the respiratory treatments,
or the seizures?
People think I’m dramatic.
Ma’am.
I can hear a desat when the pulse ox is disconnected.
And I can pack for a hospital stay like we’re deploying overseas.
Snacks? ✔️
Extra meds? ✔️
Backup meds? ✔️
Backup to the backup? ✔️
Entire emergency plan coordinated in my mind? ✔️
And the confidence?
It was earned.
Because nothing humbles you like learning to troubleshoot medical equipment in your pajamas at 3am… while whisper-yelling at a machine it so you don’t wake your child.
I didn’t choose to become this level of capable.
But here we are.
Slightly feral.
Highly trained.
Clinically exhausted.
And deeply in love with the tiny human who made me this way.
Medically complex parenting:
Would not recommend.
But would do it again without a single doubt.
Written by: Carla Moore from Payton's Path