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I doubted I could do it. After all, how do you manage what you don't even understand? Doctors had given up. Emergency rooms and hospitals had given up. But this wasn't just a situation. This was a soul, a little boy, who desperately needed help...

I really didn't know what to expect. I mean, sure, I was hopeful for some answers. I couldn't help but think that if we could nail down what exactly was going on, then maybe we could better equip ourselves to help Mark...

I was fuming! I couldn't help my reaction. I was red-hot angry. But then I took a deep breath and tried to temper my response. Mark's intentions were good. The results of his actions were just unfortunate—really unfortunate. And right now, I needed to carefully craft what my next few words would be...

As I rummaged through the dresser one-handed, I quickly realized that all the 24 month clothing I had prepared for Mark's arrival were simply not going to work. Nothing inside that dresser was going to fit on his tiny body...

I was mad. I'd gotten after Nate to clean his room multiple times. So, I was relieved when I walked past his room to discover that his clean clothes had been put away, his floor was picked up and his bed was straightened out. But when I went to place something in the bathroom trash...