The robot was back (or at least that’s what people saw).
I had dreaded going to sleep again. I didn’t know if I had it in me to do the entire program again. Up and down, alarms for medications. You name it, I did it. I was just about ready to have a breakdown. As soon as he fell asleep, I held his hand and started to sob. The mother in me came out and I couldn’t stop. I needed that release. I needed to cry and not let him see me break.