Miles cried a lot last week during his Occupational Therapy. The therapist was pushing him very hard and he didn't want to do the work. It was excruciating for me to sit through the therapy and watch him cry. He would look at me with those beautiful eyes full of agony, wanting me to scoop him up and take him away from the pain. But I couldn't. I can't. That won't do him any good. And though it killed me inside I had to be strong and remind myself that this is for his own good. He needs to learn to have endurance, to work hard and to self soothe because out there in the real world, he won't always have me around to comfort him. It broke my heart and I had to walk away before I started crying out of pain for my baby.
There are going to be many moments like this in our future, but I have a sneaking suspicion that the majority of our moments will be filled with laughter. High pitched, open-mouthed, fun filled laughter!