Today we ventured into Carter's just minutes after getting off the phone to my OB's office explaining the bad news and getting suggestions on what to do about the "rocks" I now have and seeking info on family planning. A store that once brought me so much joy now brings me to tears. I was literally picking out the last outfit that my chubbalub would ever wear. What do I put him in? Nothing seemed cute enough. A suit? A tie? That isn't his style. Should I dress him in the outfit he came home from the hospital wearing? Standing there trying to decide what it would be. My mom and Lance asking me if we needed to go. But I had to do it. I am his mommy. I dressed him every morning and every night. I made sure he looked gorgeous. But it was so hard. Only 20 feet away were the trek shoes I had taken a picture of merely weeks before. I had sent the picture to Lance envisioning the lil guy going camping with us and toddling around in his super cute shoes like mommy and daddy. Finally, a green striped polo and khaki pants. I would place the same hat on him that he came home in. Place him in his converse and a onsie that said "#1 Property of Mom". Almost ironic since he is clearly the property of God.
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