I am frustrated. I am tired. Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs. Other times I just want to cry. I think the worst feeling in the world is to have your child hurting and not having the ability to take the pain away. So I pray...and pray...and pray. He has been throwing up since about 2am and has not once shed a tear. I wish I handled illness half as well as him. At our house it has been lots of hugs, lots of love and lots of movies!