That was until the top of the blanket covering him dropped down, and I saw some of the cream cheese and jelly shit on it. That’s when my stomach rebelled violently, just as our family came in to meet him, seeing as how his momma’s vagina was back under a sheet now, and she no longer had a rope hanging out of her.
It turns out that Hudson Evans weighed nine pounds and ten ounces. He might have been big, but every inch of him was perfection and stole my heart. A couple of hours later, when I changed my first diaper, I lifted the front flap and checked to see if his nuts had calmed down yet as I got ready to pull it out from under him. This I could do no problem now, seeing as how I’d changed Raoul’s twins often enough, but my kid just had to be different.
See, as soon as I bent down over him to tell him it was going to be okay as he screamed, all of the pee that he had stored up since the last time he went came spraying out of him, right in my face. Yeah, his mom caught it on video, so that started making the rounds online, too.
Instead of freaking out, though, I leaned over him and gave him my heart. “You know, your mommy and me have an issue with babies and animals pooping around us, but if they hadn’t done it, we might not have fallen in love—”
“Yeah, we would have,” Tamsin rasped from her bed, watching me sleepily.
With Hudson’s feet in my hands and my eyes on his mom, I murmured, “Yeah, we would have. She’s my heart, and she’s given me my world—you.”