Miles knew it was coming. But hey, he's only 5 years old. Knowing it's coming and really experiencing it are two different things.
Yesterday he was so excited about visiting Uncle Dave and Aunt Jean that he didn't really notice Mom was missing (until 4 am). But today, after 7 hours of non-stop Mom cuddles, he had to leave her behind at the hospital. Halfway across the parking lot the tears started.
So we talked all the way home, and everything was OK. Not great, but OK. Daddy was upset because the @!$#%@$% road was closed and the $%@$%@ car was out of gas and the @!$%@# debit card STILL isn't working, but it was all OK. And then the other shoe dropped: Sara had ordered a print of a digital photo from an online store. It was the whole family from her family reunion last summer. We eagerly ripped open the envelope... and...
They
cut off the edge of the photo. The edge
containing Miles. Yup. Only half of Daddy shows, and only Miles' left ear shows. Miles cried out, "I feel like I'm not part of the family!"
Update: 45 minutes and a good dinner make a big difference. And a dose of chocolate dessert for eating all his dinner (hey, he is his mother's child). Righteous indignation had replaced fears of isolation. "Daddy!", he says, "You make them re-print this!"