It didn’t appear to be swine flu so we were eventually released and on our way home with strict orders from the hospital to return if his symptoms progressed or worsen. That night as my oldest slept, I wept with joy. My baby, my closest friend, was going to be alright.
For this Wordless, ummm Wordful Wednesday, I searched through my pictures to find the perfect one. I found not one but three, all of Big K. They are a bit grainy since they were taken almost 15 years ago. I also hid the look of sheer pain and terror joy and glee that I felt at the moment since its a look that should be guarded closely to ones’ heart and not shown to others who have not given birth themselves, as it may make them flee jump on the bandwagon that only parents can appreciate!
I know it looks like I swallowed a basketball but trust me its Big K, all 8 lbs 13 oz of him! My petite size 2 was destroyed and never to be seen again!
There’s my big hunk of boy, 5 seconds old, and 2 weeks late! Isn’t he HUGE!
Seven days later, Big K’s first smiles and winks, his trademark!