It hurts me to see you like this in the hospital. You know exactly what’s going to happen next when you see the nurses or the techs. You know that even though it doesn’t hurt, you still don’t like having your sleep interrupted for a blood pressure. You’ve been poked too many times by people with poor bedside manner and large enough egos to fill the state of Texas. And you’re tired.
Baby boy, mommy is tired, but I’m tired of seeing you in so much pain. I’m tired of seeing you suffer. It makes me feel like a bad mommy because I can’t protect you from any of the things you’re fighting. But I do promise you that no matter what happens, I’m going to be by your side every day. Me and daddy will never leave you alone to fend for yourself. We will be there to hold you and console you and tell you how much we admire and love you.
You are our fighter, Maverick. You are the strongest little guy I know. I love you to the moon and back my love.
Love always,
Mommy