Yes, it was like we were reenacting the scene from Sophie's Choice when she gives one of her children to the Nazi's. I just left for just over an hour but you can 't exactly explain the concept of time to an 18 month old. He just knew that I was leaving him with some woman that he didn't know so well and he did not like it...at all. I guess he cried for 10 minutes or so then decided he would play with her and his toys. By the time I got home from my doctors appointment he was perfectly content vacuuming and all he could spare me was a half-hearted wave from across the room. Fickle child.
I heard the baby's heartbeat loud and clear. All is well in our circus.
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