It is another sleepless night. Every time I close my eyes I see little Nathan and can't help but cry. Is he scared, I wonder. I know he has to miss us and wonder where we are at. That hurts most of all. I don't want him to think we have abandoned him. We are the only family he knows. This house is the only house he knows. Poor baby has been forced to live with strangers and sleep in a house and a crib that he doesn't know. He never did well with sleeping in an unfamiliar place. Every time we had to go somewhere and spend the night somewhere else he would cry all night long. And that was with us with him. How much worse is it with people he does not know? How could someone be so cruel and do this to a child?