Baby boy is taking a nap, so I finally have time to update this blog. I'm feeling a lot of anxiety this week. It's my last week home with him. I feel like we finally have a routine and now I have to start a new one. I'm anxious about being away from him. I'm anxious that I'm going to be overwhelmed with the stack of work waiting for me since I've been gone for 8 weeks. I'm nervous I won't be able to pump enough milk to keep up with his demands. I'm nervous that he's going to forget who I am. He'll probably start talking or something and I'll miss it. I know this is what's best for our family and I need to just woman up, but I feel like turning back the clock every time it ticks off another hour.
The good news is that he FINALLY is sleeping in his crib. He'll sleep for a 4-5 hour stretch and then another 3-4 hour stretch after a middle of the night feeding. I think I'll still be tired when I go to work, but at least I won't be in zombie mode.
In keeping with positives, the last 2 or 3 weeks have been much more enjoyable now that he can coo and smile and interact with me. It melts my heart every time. I don't think enough episodes of Super Nanny will ever prepare me for the first time I have to discipline this kid. It's overwhelming how much I love him.
I heard another mom say that she tells her babysitter never to tell her about the "firsts" her baby has while he is at daycare. That way she always feels like she gets to see them for the first time. :-)
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