Living a One-Armed Life
I did not lose an arm. I kinda lost an arm. It's holding a baby and has left me with one arm available to complete every task, alone.
I joked with my husband when I had my son about my one armed life. Oh, the things I could with just one arm. My son liked me, no, loved the bejeezus out of me. I was his pacifier. He wanted to be held and rocked and bounced until I couldn't do it anymore, but I still continued to do it because he needed it.
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