My helpless son, whom I love way too much, has kicked me to the curb for my mother in law. He who would smile up at me, he who holds my heart in the palm of his lttle, drool covered hand has taken my heart and squashed it between those little sticky fingers. Like a bug. Squashed.
I can't seem to put him to sleep or comfort him as I have in the past 15 weeks. Doesn't he know we had a bond, doesn't he think about me anymore? He's obviously unaware of how much satisfaction and sense of accomplishment I got out of being able to put him down for the night or he wouldn't have hit me in the gut, in my soft underbelly.