Well, it is that time of year again when I go back to work. I feel so blessed to have been able to stay home with for 5 months. Today, Holt went to Mother's Day Out. He and I have probably spent a total of 46.38 hours apart since he was conceived. I know and trust his teacher. And they have one lady per every two babies. He'll have a better ratio at MDO than he does at home! But even still, it was difficult dropping him off with someone else's care. However, I did much better than the first time I dropped Houston off at Mother's Day Out nearly seven years ago. No tears this time. I held them back.
I returned that afternoon to pick him up. He was lying on the floor and one of the ladies was feeding him a bottle while holding another little one. I leaned over him to say hello, his eyes found mine and then he immediately burst out in tears. As if he were saying, "Momma! Momma! Where have you been all day?! I can't believe you left me!" I wanted to cry myself.
They said he was very good and had a great day. "Is he used to taking a bottle?" they asked. Apparently, he had not been very interested in eating. I wanted to laugh. They knew he was drinking breastmilk, so they assumed what most people do, that I breastfeed him. "Oh, absolutely!" I replied. "That's all he's ever had is a bottle." They both shot me the craziest, most puzzled face ever. But I guess it is understandable since my method (pumping) is unconventional.
All in all, we both had a good day. And for the record, we've now been apart 52.47 hours.
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