"I hear him..that's his cry Michael!"
It was so raspy and sad. We made our way almost pushing the nurse aside. The sight of him broke my heart. 11 months old and already his second surgery. This time was different. This time he could call for mommy and daddy, but we couldn't hear him or hold his hand.
I'd hoped they treated him like he was theirs, but no one could really, he was mine. My precious boy...'Mommy's here..shhhhh shhhhh shhhh". I wanted to hold him so badly.
His eyes opened, groggy and filled with tears. He must have thought we did this to him. "Mommy's here. Shhhhh... I love you honeybee, Mommy's here."