First time away

Things have been crazy here lately. My husband and I traveled to DC so he could have an operation on his foot. For the first time in the 5.5 months of P's life, I was separated from him. For four days. And four nights. My husband really needed the surgery, and really needed my help. There was no way to take P with us between the hospital, the hotel, the cab rides, etc. Luckily, my parents live about an hour away, so off to Gramma and Grampa's house he went.

I cried dropping him off. I cried on the way home. If it wasn't for my girlfriend who called me the hour drive home, I might have totally lost it. I did pretty well when we got to DC since we were so occupied with the surgery and a visit with my sister. We Skyped with P on Friday afternoon, and he got so confused hearing our voices it broke my heart. We resorted to sending pictures via text after that.

All the down time after his surgery was the toughest. I missed my little guy so much. Plus, I had to bring my pump and was exclusively pumping every few hours. I'm sure you know, but I HATE that thing. Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Then on the metro, there were the cutest little babies, a woman nursing her newborn...I swear I almost burst into tears.

It was good for both P and I to "see other people" for a little while, but it was really tough. I missed my little guy. Managing my supply without him around was hard, and every picture I sent both warmed and broke my heart.

Having my family back together never felt so good.