Today (27th) makes 8 months that Mousy was diagnosed. I remember going on the ambulance to the pediatric hospital, seeing my little boy convulsing, no one would explain to me what was going on, why did he was convulsing. Today makes 8 months that i know that my little boy will not run to me with his arms open, will huge me or kiss me...or even draw in my walls or make a river in my bathroom. The pain is just to big, ot's so hard to carry on!
But, most of all, i'm glad he is with me. Because i can give him all the love he deserves.
Unfortunately, i have some ghosts in my dreams that haunt me at night...like the times that i wasn't with him because i was too tired or because i really really really needed to sleep. Sometimes i have nightmares because of that.