I have been at home since May. That’s the month my bed rest began before my little princess was born in July. Now that she’s here, I’m having those feelings all over again. The same feelings I had when my son was born. I don’t want to leave her. I am more than getting used to being home with her. I think I’m in denial that I’m going back to work.
I have been talking to the peeps at her day care and they are going to be ready for her soon…too soon, if you ask me. She’ll be going to the same school as her brother, so that’s a relief because I know them and trust them. I think one issue is that I know that it seems that once my son started day care he grew sooo fast and I just know the same thing will happen again. I hate missing out on all the “little” things.
At the end of the day, she’s my baby and I want her with me. I have been looking at the silver lining in it all. Many mommies have to go back to work after 6 weeks. I have had much more time than that and even more still so, I’m grateful.
I’m spending these moments just soaking her in. Just loving on her as much as I can. Since I’m pretty sure she’s my last child, I want to enjoy all of her baby-ness. She’s such a happy baby and just pure sweetness. No, I’m not biased! I’m looking forward to watching our family grow up but I’m in absolutely no rush to let go of my baby. This part sucks.