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I hate it that my son is barely a year old and has already had 7 very painful surgeries. I hate there is no guarantee that he has seen his last surgery. I hate it that one surgery did nothing at all. I hate that he will have scars for life. Each surgery a new scar. I hate the people that tell me he won't remember. I hate it when people tell me that God has a plan or God won't give you more than you can handle. I go to church and believe in God but those thoughtless comments only make them feel better. If you really want to help, offer to pay for a hospital stay or for some of his medical equipment or any of our bills from surgeons. I hate it that we have insurance but there is a yearly and even a life time cap on anything health related. I hate it that our insurance will only pay 90% of anything that happens. Does anyone realize that 10% of thousands and thousands of dollars really add up. I hate it that even if I wanted to go to work and give up being a stay at home mom, no day care would accept him due to his medical issues. I hate it that his medical issues will follow him for the rest of his life. I hate it that when I was pregnant with him, I did my best to do everything right, I ate fruits and veggies, drank loads of milk, water and avoided soda. My one soda a WEEK was my sin while pregnant. I hate it that crack heads give birth to healthy (after drug addiction wears off) babies every day. I hate it that people abuse their healthy beautiful babies. I hate it that my baby is the one that has medical problems and will have medical problems forever. Aug 6 11:22 AM MST