Hey everyone! Can you remember what you were doing on March 8th last year? I know exactly where I was: sitting beside Oakley in yet another hospital room after yet another operation. We spend so much time here that you’d think the memories would all blur. I mean, sometimes I wish they would! But every visit is crystal clear in my mind. 

Honestly, it’s impossible to forget your baby lying there helplessly. Oakley’s tiny body among the white hospital sheets, the soft glow of the monitor that he was hooked up to, the bandages on his brave little face. No details forgotten. Besides, this time was different… We weren’t going home after his surgery. We had a long four-hour journey to make…