When Baby Bear was born, via c-section at 2:23am I don’t remember him crying right away. I was fighting sleep on the operating table, tired from the previous days. I was of course told many many times that my son would weight just around nine pounds, by an ultrasound tech and my doctor. This is besides the point.
Ever since Wyatt was tiny, and or relatively smaller than he is now he has been kicking me on the outside. Even when my scar was fresh he some how managed to kick me there. Boy howdy does that hurt or what? I was laying in bed last night, getting kicked via the hole he came out of (my abdomen don’t be gross!) thinking about who knows what and it came to me. They need to make a special pillow to protect babies from kick your cesarian scars! I thought wow I could be a millionaire.
good story right?
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