At the end of that exhausting day, I informed my husband that I intended to have only girls from then on. You hear me?
I
spent the day of my son’s bris in an on-again off-again crying routine.
I was sure the mohel had messed up badly. Why else was the baby spitting up so much after eating? It had to be the bris! I was certain he’d never fall asleep again that all of this was my fault because I’d cried so much in the morning instead of utilizing the time to pray properly.
At the end of that exhausting day I informed my husband that I intended to have only girls from then on. You hear me?
Well. I’ve since changed my mind but I still believe there was something to the tears. We have these delicious little boys tiny cuddly bundles with toothless grins and big eyes and we think they’re ours. But it’s a sham. They’re male. And every day makes the separation greater.
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