It seems like just yesterday that I was doing everything I could to induce labor. I was begging and pleading with our Littlest Buddy to make his debut! Time was my enemy, it moved entirely too slow.
Our first date.
Now, I'm begging and pleading with him to stop growing, or atleast slow down a little. . .yet again, time is my enemy.
I go back to work in 5 extremely short days. I hate it. HATE IT!
This is my purpose in life. To be this baby's Mama is the reason I was put on this earth. The terror that washes over me when I think of carrying my baby into a building and walking back out without him is unreal.
I am perfectly aware that I am not the first mama that has gone back to work. I am also aware that he will be "fine" at daycare. However, let me be clear: "Fine" is NOT ok with me. No one will love him like I do, no one will be as understanding as I am when he loses his mind over a wet diaper (and let me assure you, he will!). He is MY boy, MY baby. The "what if's" are enough to drive me crazy.
What if he doesn't get enough attention?
What if they don't like him as much as the other babies?
What if, God forbid, they lose their temper with my baby?!?!
I am the one person in this world who knows all of likes and dislikes. Thankfully, arrangements have been made for next week and he will be with family while I'm at work. So, maybe that will ease the transition a little.
I will leave you with one my FAVORITE pictures of Knoxy-Boy. Matt took this right after bath time when Knox was almost 5 weeks old.
Oh, that sweet face! I MELT!!
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