I can't believe my time is up. I can't believe I have to go back to work. I also sort of can't believe that I have to go back to work... As in I don't want to go. Like, I want to stay at home and never go back. This is a new feeling for me.
When I went back to work after Laura was born, I was so ready. I needed to get out of the house, to see grown-ups. I was ready to drop Laura off with a room full of other babies to keep her company. I needed a break. Obviously, I had some other issues going on.
I am so glad I am not dealing with PPD this time around. But my heart aches today with the realization that the last three months are over.
Three months of dancing:
Of growing tall:
Three months of vacation with my family:
I wouldn't trade the last three months for anything. I wish I had three more. Think of me tomorrow, as I sob through my first day of work.
pouring my heart out