I'm not doing a heart picture today. But I'll give you some pictures of Wilder, who is, in fact the heart of my heart and beat of my beat. These pictures are brought to you courtesy of my friend E, who watched Wilder so I could go to my OB appointment. I dozed while waiting for my doctor to come in. I kindof didn't know what to do without Wilder there and even fidgeted a bit.
I thought we were out of the woods with the leg thing, but after seeing an orthopaedic doctor today, they decided to cast WildMan (since his tibia is a little bent and the stress reaction area was still there, she thinks there may have been a hairline fracture that didn't show up in his 4,006 xrays...because sometimes they take a week to show up). He screamed during the casting process and the only thing I knew to do was sing softly in his ear.
Today, that's really the only thing I know to do.