I sat there reeling as the doctor proclaimed, “Well, there’s no easy way to say it.  Charlie has hemophilia.”  It felt like a bad dream I was going to wake from.  My skin felt numb.  The lighting in the room seemed bright and psychedelic.  Surely this couldn’t be happening.  Yet, there I sat holding this sweet, innocent, fragile baby, my worst dream having become a reality. As life went forward … [Read more...]