On the one hand, it was so wonderful to be able to comfort Maya's cries, but on the other hand it was so hard to have them. She and Bobby dont really cry so when they do it means there IS a problem. Was she hungry? She didnt seem to be comforted by food. Was she lonely or scared? Could be, since holding seemed to help a little. Was she is pain? Possibly (Probably???)... I hope not. She looks at you with these sad little eyes and her mouth is open but so little sound is coming out. It just melts you and you want to change the world for her. Even though I am so wiped out, I wish I were there right now, for her 5am care time... And, of course, for Bobby's 6am... And then the 8am/9am... You get the picture. Leaving is the worst, no matter what time it is...
I saw the following info on a blog I follow. As you know, my brother-in-law died from neuroblastoma, and things of this nature are of special interest to our family. I'll be mailing out a card on Monday and I invite you to do the same. (FYI, Snopes lists this as legitimate in case you are concerned...)
I just learned about a 5 year old boy named Noah Biorkman who is in the last stages of a 2 year battle with Neuroblastoma Cancer. His family is celebrating Christmas next week and Noahs request is to get lots of Christmas cards.
Please let's make this little warrior's wish come true.
Send cards to:
1141 Fountain View Circle
South Lyon, Mi 48178