Monday, May 5, 2008
I thought my crazy pregnancy mood swings were all but gone, until last night when Booker's toenail came off. Booker was playing around with his feet, when I noticed that he was quietly saying "Owie, feet, owie, feet" over and over. A few months ago someone opened a door on Booker's toe and ever since the nail hasn't been the same. I should have seen this coming, but for some reason I was REALLY upset by the actual falling off of the nail. I cried and cried and cried... and then cried some more. Booker gets especially concerned when I cry, and kept hugging me and saying, "Mommy?" It was sweet, but every time I thought of him as an old man with only one toenail the tears came rushing back. Has anyone ever lost an entire nail? Will it grow back? Will my baby go through life as a one-toenailed-freak?!?!
Posted by Margaret Proffitt at 5:56 PM