Precious Boy
I know it's been a long time since I've updated the blog. I'll be honest with you, I've been in a funk. Straight out, that's what it is (or was). Every time I would come here to try to post something. I found that what I was writing was not much worth printing.
While there are still goings on in the Nault household with the immense care that it takes to be parents to Bryson, one cannot possibly comprehend how hard it is, day to day life. He is fed through an NG tube 2 ounces every two hours so there's not much rest for Dana & Travis, on top of constant watching and listening for his every breath because he still has the apnea episodes. They don't get any respite other than a volunteer dropping by to see them. Even then, they both can't leave. It's so hard being 962 miles away and wanting to be there for my family and wanting to watch Bryson grow and spend every precious moment I may have with him. It's heart wrenching for Dana and Travis, knowing that their son will not be able to read, to see the sky, to know what a bird looks like, to see a tree or a forest or a flower, to be able to know his Mommy's and Daddy's beautiful faces. Today, it was confirmed by an Opthamologist in Syracuse that Bryson is blind.
I prayed and prayed that somehow, he had some sight, even if it meant glasses on his sweet little baby face. But not so. I thought that he might see some light and shadows, but his eyes did not form properly. Trisomy 13 is such a puzzling thing and I keep asking why, why, why? Why does something so cruel have to have happened to Bryson, to his Mommy & Daddy who only wanted a happy and healthy baby.
They have started to spoon feed him a little bit to train his swallowing reflexes. A little tapioca brings a smile to his face. Just knowing that brings a smile to mine and makes my heart melt.
Bryson is 2 months, 20 days old.