My third grade teacher called me a worrywart. I hated that term ... but she was right. Always have been .... always will be.

And SB? Just like his Mama.

I've sensed how much he's been worrying about my upcoming visit to the hospital. He's always been terrified of doctors and hospitals. Not to mention which the last time he was in the hospital (besides the sibling class) was the day he had the "seizure" (still not sure if that's what it was). I've assured him that I'm not going to the hospital because something is wrong with me; that that is simply where the baby is going to be born. Of course, I've also reminded him that he can come and visit me each day I'm there and that my parents (who he absolutely adores) will be here the whole time to take care of him.

A couple of months ago Jordan wrote a touching post about this heart. As soon as I read her post, I knew I had to have one of these to give to SB after Tulipbaby was born. I figured it would be the perfect way to tell him that he would always have a very special place in my heart.

Recalling how the heart helped ease Jordan's son's separation anxiety, yesterday I decided that now might be the perfect time to give SB my heart. He loved it and carried the glass heart (and its container, also a big hit, he's already plotting what else he could use it for) around all day yesterday and plans on putting it under his pillow at night while I'm in the hospital. He's still worried, but at least now he has something tangible to hold onto. Thanks again Jordan!

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