the unspoken hurt

If you don't care to read my, possibly unpopular, truth stop now. 

Ever since I shared that we were expecting a baby boy I have heard "aw, dad finally has his boy." Such a simple, innocent statement made time and time again by well meaning strangers. Though the truth is, it hurts. Worst than that it planted a seed in my mind that has been fostering some really negative feelings in me for the past 9 months.
"His boy" "His boy". What? Why is it "His boy". Why not "our boy"? I have heard this statement so many times that it has made me think that maybe Wyatt really is more my husband's, maybe he likes him more than me. Maybe they have a connection that I will never understand or be able to match. Maybe I will be old news sooner rather than later. 

To top it off I had to stop nursing sooner than I would have liked. Whether I like it or not that severed a bond that wont ever be there again between Wyatt and I. Don't get me wrong, I know we have a different bond and that I am not less of a mother because he is formula fed. My husband can help with feeding Wyatt now which is both wonderful and sad. I am not his only source of life anymore. His father has a special place in his heart, mind and life. A place that once only I filled. Some times it doesn't phase me, I am filled with a sense of pure and complete love that I can't even imagine fading away.

But really, after looking through all the pictures, as we can all see, even if it is true, even if they have a bond I will never match, Wyatt is pretty lucky to be "His Boy".