The day I have dreaded since I was 7 months preggo. It's here.
Dad was at school the before my return to work...So Cru and I did our nightly routine on our own. After I fed him, we said 'family prayer' and I couldnt help but start crying.
I didnt want to go back to work. Where did those 8 weeks go? - I want to be the first one my baby sees in the morning, I want to be the one that sees that days first smile. I want to change that poopie diaper and be the chest he nuzzles his face into as he approached the time for his first nap.
But, now...I have to share that joy with some of the people I love and trust. Will they enjoy those moments as much as I have?
I have to give away days that I will never get back with my baby.
Do you think he understands what is going on? Well, I think I am taking it a lot harder than he is.
However, I am bringing in a second income. An income that will allow Casey and I to help fulfill Cru's wildest dreams. The dreams of becoming a scientist, a professional soccer player or a rock star. Whatever dream he dreams - I will be able to help him discover it.
The greatest piece of advice anyone gave me during my pregnancy was, "Don't listen when people try and give advice about holding you baby for too long, or picking him up everytime he gets fussy, or letting him fall asleep in your arms. It goes by way too quickly, so enjoy it."
I took that advice and am SO glad that I did.
My baby, he slept through the night last night. And I know I should be grateful. Because I got 7 straight hours of sleep, but I missed him.
I would hold him ALL DAY if I could, in fact, I do hold EVERY second I am with am.
I will not let a moment pass that I will regret with my little man. I am his mom and he loves me in a way that I hope will last forever.
