Ronan is mad today.
He keeps peeking at me with the one little eye he can open, and I know what he’s thinking. He won’t really talk to me. He gets mad if I talk to him and fights me on everything we try to do.
I did get him to walk a little bit.
Woody, a nurse, and I took him out of the room and down the hallway to look at a pond and some trains. He didn’t say much of anything, but we talked to him the whole time while he watched the train and fish as best as he could.
I about lost it right then and there.
Actually, I did.
It was the absolute saddest thing I have ever seen in my life. My beautiful baby, all bandaged up, his left eye swollen shut and his right eye barely open. The nurse was trying to be strong for us, but I saw the tears pouring down her face.
So today, I am weak.
But Woody is strong.
He is holding me up with his strength and his words. I feel like shutting the world out, but I know I can’t. I need the strength from everyone who is supporting us. I cannot fight this alone, and I cannot shut down.
Chin up. Bootstraps buckled.
United together, we WILL get him through this.

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