Tomorrow (March 10) is the seven-year anniversary of the day that Cole was pushed and pulled out of my body, with no great ease — I still haven’t worked up the nerve to watch the video. With Bud out of town (worst possible timing, as it turned out), I’ve been playing single mom. Or as Cole said to me yesterday, “You’re double mom.”
“What’s double mom?”
“You’re lonely, but you’re doing the work and just as good as two moms.”
He was worth every stitch of episiotomy. Happy birthday Cole!