In my grief yesterday, I was still able to look at my blessing and find some small humor. Conversations from yesterday....
Me: Max, are you going to eat those peaches?
Max: No, maybe later. You can put them in the fridge for me.
Me: Good night Max. I love you.
Max: What are you going to do?
Me: I need to go pump.
Max: Good, go pump momma, go pump.
Me: (thinking, hmmm, why is he so happy about that, oh, he will wait until I get started then get out of bed knowing I'll have a hard time getting him back down (as has happened a few times lately) and man can this kid think ahead). No, first I'm going to fold these clothes and do a few other things until I'm sure your asleep so you don't get up while I'm pumping.
Max: (silence, he was asleep 5 - 10 minutes later)
Today is another day. And, I'm pumping and Max is asking where his daddy is. I guess I need to go and discuss this.
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Hello - so sorry about you dog. That is so hard.
Since you mentioned the Daddy thing....if you wouldn't mind sharing how you are handeling it I would love to know. My son and I are going through the same and I am not doing a very good job of explaining. (you can PM me if you want on IVF Connections).
Thanks!
Harding
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