As I was getting Gavin dressed again this morning he pointed at his little arm and asked, "Where's my hand?"
"Your hand? Its right there. A little one."
"Why?" He asked, and pointed at my hand and then to his little arm and said, "Where's my other hand? Where's two?"
I pointed to his right hand and said, "You have one."
"Only one?" He asked.
"Yep" I said, as a little piece of my heart broke.
Then he started telling me about a bug and that was the end of it.
As I was telling John about our little conversation, I wanted to cry but I turned it off and continued getting Gavin ready for the day. Now I'm letting myself have a good cry.
I wonder when our baby comes if he is going to wonder why the baby has two hands and he doesn't.
I think the hardest part is knowing that this is only the beginning and there will be so many more heartbreaking questions to follow that I just don't know how to answer.