Ryan was born with a super crooked nose.
It was slightly alarming.
When I first saw him I wondered how hard it would be to switch him with one of the other babies in the nursery with straight noses.
Then I remembered that was a felony.
Just kidding. I was super excited for this little crooked-nosed bundle of joy.
I adored him and even breastfed him! (Even though it hurt worse than a punch to the vadge.)
I worried about him. He had a bit of a hard time breathing, especially when smashed up against my humongous boobs.
I was glad everything else about him was healthy
I asked our doctors about surgery, nose braces, or anything else that would make him "normal" and help him breathe better.
As a mom you just want your little poop-machine to be perfect.
Thankfully a crooked nose is not that big of a deal compared to other complications.
Ryan's little nose straightened out pretty quickly. After a week it was perfectly straight.
I was relieved.
Mostly because I didn't feel like I would suffocate him with my vein-y post-pregnancy tits.
I thought this would be the only crooked thing in my family.
Then little baby T-Bag came along.
He was crooked too.
But he was crooked in a much more amusing way.
T-Bag was born with a bent line down his bum.
It definitely did not straighten out, since the picture above is from today.
But who am I to judge his split?
The top of his butt crack is a free spirit.
If his crack wants to bend towards the left I should support and accept it.
I will foster a loving environment for it and constantly reinforce my love and care for it.
At least this crookedness won't be suffocated by my boobs.
Well played God. Well played.