I have this thing with being left behind. I guess it’s an “issue.” I want to leave first, die first, I want to be the goer, doer. I’m not aware of any abandonment issues, and if I have them, it’s too late to delve into that mess. I’m an adult, a mom, who has a…
Cotter was born two and a half weeks early. My blood pressure went up, seems about right, and he wanted out. He was well over seven pounds and sick of floating around waiting for his life to start. Cotter began taking formula and cereal early too, he ate like a truck driver. He hated being…