I sat on the bathroom counter holding Maddox and assured him all was ok and that in the end...his hair would look just like TaTa's. And it does. It's so cute! He loves it. It has GOT to feel better, especially in this heat.
Maddox is growing up so fast. The new haircut helped me to see that my baby is now a little boy...a little boy who can put his shoes on the right feet, who can talk, who can give the best kisses, and who loves to cuddle on the couch with his cover and all his pillows.
How am I supposed to leave him for 3 days while I'm in the hospital?
What is he going to think? We do everything together and he loves it that way. I have been telling him that I will have to go to the doctor soon to have our baby and that NaNa will sleep in his bed. I know he'll be in good hands, but...
not my hands!
I am more sad about leaving him than about having my stomach cut open.
Oh boy. I am going to cry so much.
But I know all will be well. It's just these dang hormones.
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