Monday, January 26, 2009
I MISS my baby!
So I was gone all day on Sunday and I had a hard time leaving because I did not want to be away from Molly. I actually felt bad about it. When I finally saw her, I was very happy. Today I almost stayed home from work to be with her. I rushed around all morning to get ready for work and to get her stuff ready. I did not have much time to spend with her. I had her sitting in her swing and she was such a good girl. I talked to her every time I walked by. When I finally sat down to put my boots on, she was just sitting quitely and looking at me with her big brown eyes. Not making any noise or fussing at all. It broke my heart because I could not just be with her today. Today was the hardest day by far. I almost left work early so I could pick her up from the baby sitter. Today was the hardest day I have had so far. I just wanted to be with her. When I came home, she was already fast asleep in her crib, curled up in a little ball like she always is. I stood by her and just watched her for a bit and listened to her breathe. She is such a good baby. She is such a beautiful baby. I don't know if I will make it till the end of my work week. I just might have to take a day off to just be with Molly...
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2 comments:
Aw, I feel ya.
I missed the kids when I was in the hospital. I especially missed Ivy, and was sad because I wasn't able to nurse her, and then was told to not nurse her anymore because of my meds. THAT SUCKED, and it was the beginning of the end of our nursing bond which I was NOT ready for. I only ended up REALLY nursing her once when I got home, and since she hadn't been nursing at all for several days, she just wasn't interested anymore.
My hospital stay was the first time I ever had to be apart from Ivy for more than a couple hours.
This past weekend, we let Nana and Papa take ALL 3 of the girls overnight, so that was the 1st time we intentionally let Ivy go for so long, and I didn't really know what to do with myself.
Not much I could do with a F***ed up tailbone. LOL
Molly is a lucky baby to have you for a Daddy. :)
Keep breathing, bro. This tension never leaves. No matter how much attention you pay (and you should) the moment still arrives when you say, "How did that baby turn 18. I just brought her home."
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