He comforts me...

His mere presence gives me hope. I look in his eyes and I see his grandpa Steve. I know at sometime down the road it will get better but for now I settle on taking it hour by hour. Cash has become a bit of a refuge too. I hold him in my arms and I feel peace, even if he is screaming like a mad banshee. Sarah has added fruits and veggies to his diet. Which is a good thing because he was nursing every couple of hours and was still a cranky gus. She said last night that she fed him and he was a happy camper all evening. Yep, I am thinking his mommy was starving him. :)