Monday, March 8, 2010
I may have already used this for the title of another post, and I will probably use it again, but this is the only way I can describe the feelings in my gut. Spencer was changing in to his pajamas this evening and then came into my room almost in tears. "Mom look at my huge bald spot" he said. Nate and I were trying not to freak out too much and Nate was trying to make him feel better by telling him that it was just smashed down, but there was a lot of scalp (he wouldn't let me take a picture of it). He started to cry. He could see the sadness in my eyes too. He went back to bed but came back into our room momentarily and asked if he could cuddle for two minutes. How could I say no to my sweet balding little boy. Through his sobbing I could hear him say "I don't want to be bald mom". "It's just hair baby, it will grow back, you have at least an hundred friends that are going to shave their heads with you, you will all look the same". "But I don't want to be bald". I gently ran my fingers through his hair, bad idea. It is just coming out so fast. Here is a picture of what I got from just "gently" running fingers. I kissed his face and sent him back to his bed. Minutes later he was asleep. All he needed was a mommy cuddle.
Posted by Gooches at 10:33 PM