This morning I was getting William dressed and he said to me “Mom the doctor needs to fix my bones”. I said “What do you mean?” He said they are sticking up all funny and was pointing to his ribs. I said “No that’s the way they should be”. He just said “Weird!” He has always had a large vocabulary for a three year old and has such a great sense of humor.
Every time I get William dressed or put him in the bath I think about how his chest will soon never look the same. They will cut his breast bone for his open heart surgery and he will have a scar that will never fully go away. It’s hard not to think about and it. It was hard to not break down this morning when all he was doing was being his inquisitive self.