I absolutely hate it when Gabriel gets a boo-boo. It tears me apart inside. Rob came home for lunch today and Gabriel managed to wonk his chin when he was climbing on the sofa. He started crying and Rob looked his mouth over to see if he had bitten his tongue. It looked fine. He was still crying and came over to me for cuddles and I noticed a small cut on the bottom of his chin. We washed the cut and put some Neosporin on it. It's a small wound, too small for a band-aid, but it was bleeding and I realized that this is really the first bleeding wound Gabriel has ever had. I hate seeing my baby in pain. So, when Rob went back for work we just cuddled until he fell asleep.

I've always heard that no one can know what it's like to be a parent or love a child unless they are a parent. I always thought that was a crock of hooey. Nope, it's true. You can never know the absolute unconditional love of having a child until you have one. I'd do anything for Gabriel and seeing him hurt or in pain just tears me up inside. I'd do anything for that little guy.

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