On one of those nights (and it doesn't matter which), I didn't pray--I begged. I made bargains and offered ransoms and debts I could never repay but with my life. And I would have gladly given it. I was there--sleep deprived and so utterly overwhelmed at the prospect of a life without sleep...without laughter and normalcy...that I would have given my last breath to see this prayer come true: make him normal. Give him a life. Let him sleep. Allow him to eat a piece of pizza. Grant him laughter. Joy. Friendships. Words.
And, selfishly, I begged for my own rest.