Oh, my Alex. My sister's middle child. I just love him so much.
Last Tuesday (which seems like months ago, and just yesterday at the same time), he had an accident at his grandparent's house and burnt the bottom of his feet to a crisp. He has now spent two nights in the hospital (separate occasions, different reasons) and has his feet wrapped up like a mummy.
I have never been so stressed out or worried about another person in my life. I love him SO much. I would have gladly taken his place and had the bottom of my feet burned off. I cannot stand the thought of someone I love so much being in so much pain.
And then there's my sister and brother-in-law. If I'm feeling this way, multiply that by infinity and you have their feelings. I will never birth a child, so I will never know what it's like to watch your child suffer like that. Being an aunt is hard enough, I don't know how moms and dads do it.
I know Alex will be fine. Yes, he will have to have surgeries during his growing years because as his feet grow, he will need to be worked on. But it's okay. He will be fine. And when he isn't thinking about how much his feet hurt, he sure is a positive little guy.