My unvarnished story about adopting a boy who turned out to have autism.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Quinn has definitely entered his mourning phase. Both at his nap yesterday and overnight he cried in his sleep. Not an angry or needy cry, but a low, mournful, heartbreaking wail. It's so sad. I know that's a good thing and it means he was, indeed, bonded to his nannies. But seeing his little face and hearing him cry is just devastating. Hopefully he'll move into his next, happier phase soon.