Sunday, July 8, 2012
First Night Home
I woke up to him sweating. After all I had cried myself to sleep staring at him. Drake had screaming nightmares of not being able to see. He woke up crying, “I can’t see, I can’t see." I told him I was there and he gave me the secret hand shake we had. He knew I was there and back to sleep he went. Bathroom breaks, alarms for medicine, etc. The night had me on a schedule. I was back into a robotic mode. It was like a newborn baby but it was an ill child with one eye. I had to help walk him to the bathroom, he was helpless and I was beginning to feel hopeless. Could this be his life forever?