Last three weeks were a dream, with you, under my finger tips, for huggies, kisses, giggles, walks, runs, and snuggles. As I commute to my new job tomorrow, you'll be on my mind, and I'll be sad. As I commute back home, you'll still be on my mind - impatient at red lights, angry at people that aren't in a hurry, and desperate to hold you and make you happy.
I've been trying to make the most out of the time we had together. I made Zoe skip school one day, and when she stayed home because she was sick, we all went to the grocery store and rode the Taxi cart. You both were so happy.
I took you to mommy and baby yoga the other day. Last time we were there it was about nine months ago. You were tiny and light as a feather, barely mobile. Every time I'd lift you up, you'd spit. This time you were like a free range chicken, going anywhere you liked, mostly to me, hanging on to my legs as I moved from pose to pose. I lifted you up in sun salutations, and down in forward bends. I wanted us to have one more special adventure before I disappeared for long hours.
I brought out the retired breast pump, since you are still nursing. We practiced with the sippy cup. You were surprised and amused by the familiar and unexpected taste, and looked at me "what is mama boob doing in here?" It's a big relief that you accepted the milk from the cup.
I'll be nursing you early in the morning and then leave you with two sippy cups of mama milk for my absence, and then I'll come back to you. The routine will continue until you turn one, when it's time to ween. Weening is slow, but I think it will be faster than it was with Zoe. We found a great nanny to be with you two days a week, and nonna will watch you the remaining three. In July, we'll start daycare.
I prepared your breakfast and lunch for tomorrow. I asked Papa to come home at lunch time to spend some time with you, and knowing that he is with you. I'll feel a little better. I hope you lose yourself in play and sleep tomorrow. The weekend is a day away, and it feels far. In a couple of weeks we'll go on vacation, all four of us together.
Love,
Mommy
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