I lay down next to him and put my arms around him. He is so muscular and so big- but he is my baby. The smell of his skin, the whisper of his breathing... He is still my firstborn.
I just held him and asked God to take my strength, my health, my life and pour it all into him.
I think he is done. At least for now. He is back on his feet. Embarresed and apologetic for. "checking out".
We survived another one baby boy.
Oh Elena. This is so touching and so real. They never stop being our babies.
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