Broken

On Wednesday, I was having some very serious contractions and it felt like possibly Aria was going to come way too early. So I headed to the hospital, where they hooked me up to a fetal movement/heart rate monitor and an IV. After getting up to go to the bathroom and laying back down, Carsten came and sat on the bed with me, and as the nurse was hooking the monitors back up, he gently put his little hand on her sleeve and said, "Thank you for fixing Mommy. She's hurting and broken." *melt*

Then, about an hour 1/2 later, I had to get up to go to the bathroom again, and as the nurses were helping me up, my gown came open, and Carsten, his eyes wide, said, "Mommy! Where's your pants?!" LOL