She saw a pale face, tired eyes, and a little boy who couldn’t keep up — but she didn’t see the storm quietly unfolding inside his lungs and bloodstream 🌫️💗.
Low oxygen, racing heartbeat, weakness that grew heavier each day… yet he tried to smile through it all 🌙😔.

🌼 One transfusion changed everything.
He laughed again. He breathed easier. His cheeks glowed pink for the first time in weeks 💛✨.
For a fleeting moment, she believed they were safe — that love and care were enough to pull him through 💓🌈.

But a year later, she knows the truth she wishes she didn’t.
She replays every missed sign, every “maybe he’s just tired,” every night she thought he was simply growing, not fading 😢🕊️.

💬 “I wasn’t his doctor… but I was his mom. And that will always hurt.”
A pain stitched from love, guilt, and the wish for one more chance 💔💛.

Read the rest of Owen’s journey in the comments — a story of love, loss, and the moments that change us forever 🌟🕊️.