I am sorry to all of us:

who have had to sit waiting for test results for our babies
who have watched our children being wheeled back for surgery
who have had to get used to changing dressings, flushing tubes, getting up every few hours to give medication, taking temperatures on a schedule...the list goes on
who have gotten used to hearing beeps, drips and whirs of machines and find it too quiet in a room without these noises
who have sat in a room where you can barely see your baby because there are so many poles with bags and machines going between you and them
who have had to answer questions about what is wrong with your child on a regular basis and had people give you a blank stare because they have no idea what you are talking about
who understand what it is to truly live for our children
who have had to make sacrifices with your other children in attempt to save the other one's life
who have had a meeting with the doctors and nurses to decide what "quality of life" you want for your child
who have walked away from that meeting knowing that your child will die the next day
who have had to watch those children die
who have come home without them
who dread the question "so how many kids do you have?"
who now live a different life where you can literally stare off into space for an entire hour and you wonder what your purpose is now
who hesitate going out where it's possible you could hear one of "those" songs and then be rendered useless for the rest of the day
who have trouble thinking of your child without all of the medical stuff
who miss their children with all the fiber in your being
who put up with other's ignorance about how long you should grieve and how you should do it
BUT MOSTLY:
I am so sorry to all of us Mommys and Daddys who love and miss their children. Every day. Every night. Every moment. Forever.