Dylan has obviously figured out that my boobs are going. He has spent the last few mornings waking up and gently stroking my boobs, not in some strange pervy type way, just an "I love you mamma" way.
This morning he woke up, rolled over and kissed my left boob, he giggled, then blew the biggest raspberry I have ever heard on the same boob.
God I love him!
Not being able to hold him, pick him up, play with him for the two weeks following the operation is going to be so hard. I only hope he doesnt have a strange reaction to the operation and decide Im not his mummy.
God now there is a nightmare worth having.
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