It has been one month since our world stopped turning. One month since Liam's last attempt to crawl. One month since a peaceful nights sleep. One month...
I cry for Liam's lost childhood.
I cry for the pain he feels.
I cry because I cannot comfort him.
I cry because I cannot fix this.
I cry because I don't have the answers to why a child should ever have to have this fight.
I cry for the unlikelihood that this has happened to my baby.
I cry at the word cancer.
I cry because our lives will never be normal again.
I cry because Brian and I have miss out on some of the happy experiences of the first child.
I cry for the generousity of others. They pray, they donate... their lives go on.
I had to call gymboree today to see how long I could suspend Liam's membership for. Pure Wonderment. The gym was so understanding of the situation. They have offered us the gym to use while they are closed so that Liam can get out of the house and play. They understand that this will mean that extra cleaning would have to be done on their part, but would love to do that for Liam.