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Posted 12-29-2009 at 10:21 PM by Raina
Every night is the same thing I clean my kitchen, feed my son, and then do his bandages. I lay him down, I turn on music,
and then he smiles at me. I talk to him, I sing to him, it is our time but it is such a terrible way to bond. I used to think he he was going to despise me for this. I start to unwrap his dressings and he is still babbling and starts complaining... I so dont blame him. He has a new blister and it looks painful. I grab a hypadermic needle from my big tray of supplies. I...