Week One - DONE!!!

Whew! Contrary to what I truly believed, we made it through the first week! I returned to work on Monday and there's really no other word to describe it other than "hell". Pure hell. Many tears were shed (mainly mine) and I counted down the minutes until I could leave and pick Tyler up from daycare each day. I was going to go with Travis on Day One to drop him off, but in the hours leading up to that final moment, I changed my mind. I decided that I couldn't do it. Travis was going to have to fly solo on this one. And it's probably for the best that I chickened out. Travis said that the drop off was kind of like taking off a bandaid. If I had been there, I would've dragged it out for hours, making sure that the teachers knew every little detail about him. (Instead, I sent a typed page of "Tyler-isms".) I only called the daycare once to check on him during the day. I was pretty proud of myself for that. I finally told my boss that I was leaving at 4:00, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to be with my baby boy. I rushed to daycare, hitting every stoplight and getting behind every 145-year-old driver along the way. And once I got there, it was going to take an act of Congress to get that baby out of my arms. I was slightly reassured by the teachers as they told me what a good day he had. He had "tummy time" every day this week. He took his bottles like a champ. He was going to adjust and adapt just fine.....now Mommy had to do the same.

I was told a million times this week, "Welcome back, we missed you." Every time that was said to me, I honestly replied with, "Sorry, I can't say the same." Rude? Maybe. But it is the truth. Priorities have changed. Luckily, there was enough going on at work this week that made the days not seem so long. But the week still sucked. No other way to put it. Yes, I've heard that it will get easier. But for now, it hurts like hell when he leaves in the morning. And I feel like there is so much that we are missing. Our time with Tyler is so precious. And there's so little of it now. We get home after 5:00 and he's in bed by 7:00. That leaves very little awake time together. But we just make the most of the time that we do have. I treasure our nursing sessions so much more now and Travis has bath time with him. And the weekends are OURS. ALL OURS. Make the most of what you have.

To backtrack a bit, I enjoyed my first Mother's Day. I spent the day with my two favorite guys in the world. Travis & Tyler gave me a sweet card and a Willow Tree figurine called "Angel of Mine". It's a mother holding her newborn baby. Travis also made me a wonderful dinner that night. Filet mignon topped with hollandaise sauce and lump crab meat. It was a perfect day.

And we're about to hit a pretty big milestone around here.....12 weeks. It's so hard to believe that Tyler is almost 3 months old. Sometimes it feels like he just got here, and sometimes it's hard to remember what life was like without him. I fear that before we know it, he's going to be walking and talking and all that. The cliche term "they grow up so fast" is so true.

Tyler's still working on trying to roll over. He has it in his head that he WANTS to roll over, but hasn't quite figured out the logistics of the whole thing yet. His head and neck control gets better with each day and he "talks" to us a lot more. I swear that he's bigger every morning. He doesn't have another doctor's appointment until the end of June, but I can't wait to find out how much he's grown.

So that's really all that there is to report this week. I wish there was more, but honestly, a lot of the week was spent in a fog. I had one goal - get to my baby. We should have some interesting stuff next week! We're headed to Lynchburg for a long weekend visit!!! It's been a few weeks since we've traveled, so it will be interesting to see how it all goes!