After a 12 week ride on the welfare express....Mommy returned to work on Tuesday. It is a given that everyone (almost) loves playing
hookie from work, however caring for an infant is no
Day-At-The-Park! Even so Emily did not want to go back. She called me Tuesday morning after dropping hunter off, distraught and forlorn! "I feel like I am giving him up for adoption" she said- without even a hint of humor in her voice. Whilst she was undergoing the
stressful/sad/difficult/tragic...(need I go on) drive to work, I thought back to -when after only 2 weeks off- I gladly returned to work shirking my nightly wake up duties in lieu of a restful baby-free sleep! I could not help but to feel jilted at the loss of connection she felt. My 2 blissful weeks were spent dealing with puke, poop, and pacifiers (-putting said latter into screaming babies mouth a minimum of 27 times a night)....non existent were the cute coos, giggles, smiles and expressions...
...Emily has enjoyed for the past month or so. My only solace was knowing that someone (
Emily), much better than I (
in the infant care category at least) has been shaping the fragile mind of little Hunter,
-where as I may have warped the poor little fella beyond social ineptitude! Now, 3 days on into "Mommy back to work time" I dropped off our little man at the baby sitter's for the first time. I did not tear up, or feel the need to coochie coo with him before I left. But as I walked out of the house my heart did beat a little faster
and i know when I see him tonight, I will want to eat up all the little smiles and coos that I can get (
until the crying starts, then it is Mommy time again).
