My parents have been begging (BEGGING) to keep the baby for months. Well, Thanksgiving was the first time that we were ever willing to separate ourselves from him for longer than a few hours. My mom asked, and my husband and I agreed that we would leave him with my parents and pick him up a couple of days later. My parents, especially my mom, were over the moon. I packed his food, clothes, and favorite toys and videos so that he would be comfortable with my folks.
Fast forward to a conversation we hand during our drive home...
Zack: I wonder what Charlie is doing right now.
Me: I bet he's in the backseat sleeping. (pause) Well, I guess not.
An hour later while watching a movie...
Zack: I sure do miss Charlie. He'd be playing in the play yard right now.
Me: Yeah, lets enjoy the movie. (getting settled into being without baby)
Two hours later as we're going to bed...
Zack: I wonder how Charlie is doing.
Me: (annoyed) I'm sure he's fine!
At lights out...
Me: (obsessively watching videos of Charlie on my phone)
I had been so excited at the prospect of getting one full night of uninterrupted sleep, but that was not the case.
I could not sleep at all!!! I absolutely missed having my little man in the crib next to our bed. I love listening to him breathe and snore. I LOVE the feel of his breath as I lean in closer to hear him breathe. I missed kissing him and his toes goodnight.
I enjoyed the next day, but I texted my mom a million times to see how he was doing.
I slept much better Friday night, but I totally look forward to picking him up today!