Two days ago, Zach's umbilical cord fell off. John was changing his diaper and found it in there. He couldn't understand why I was so sad.
Long after the symbolism of the father cutting the cord at birth, we don't hear much else about it. I see it as something different altogether. That was the last tie my precious baby had to me. It's now gone, freeing him to grow and learn and develop into his own person, completely separate from me. And that breaks my heart completely. It seems like every step from here on out takes us closer to the day when he is grown, which is a sad concept when you consider he isn't even two weeks old yet.