Right now, Alisha and I feel like we have gone back in time to October 2013. Roscoe is wavering and struggling in new ways each day, like he did when he was born. The hospital also gave us a room to stay in on the 3rd floor, just a few doors down from where Alisha stayed in the days after he was born. She slept in the single wide bed and I slept on the window seat. It felt strangely familiar to me to wake up from a good sleep on that window seat to the realization that we are facing another day of uncertainty.
My first thought of the day was once again, "How is Roscoe? I need to go check, but I am scared at what I might find". The weather outside is even the same as it was back then, being slightly warm and breezy. To us it feels like we have rewound time and that these last tumultuous and joyous 8 months have been a dream.