7:00am: While feeding the baby, I notice a small red mark on her neck. It’s probably irritation from dried milk, but I’m tempted to call it a “big rash” and stay home with her for the day… or forever.
7:30am: Arrive at the babysitter’s house with 2 big bags of stuff. Wonder whether I compulsively over-packed like I always do, or if I’m just an organized and prepared mom. The babysitter greets Loralai excitedly and Loralai smiles back. I’m reassured that we picked the right caregiver for our love.
7:35am: I tear myself away as K (the babysitter) promises to text me pics throughout the day. I get in the car and pull away, determined to be a strong mama and not cry, but my heart aches. It’s like leaving a piece of my heart with a stranger.
8:00am: Arrive at work and give myself a pat on the back for getting both of us ready and out the door on time on my first attempt. Am slightly surprised when my co-workers don’t throw confetti to celebrate my punctuality.
8:05am: Wonder why K hasn’t already sent pictures. I mean, it’s been a half hour.
8:30am: Missing L like crazy. Realizing that this is even harder than when I first started work and left her at home with JD. Send my mom a sad text.
9:21am: Receive first pic from K. L is happily snuggled in the car seat taking a nap while K drives her daughter to school. Glad to see she’s not freaking out and that I’m not missing anything other than nap time at the moment.
12:10pm: Receive a video from K of L cooing. Miss her.
2:15pm: Pull up Google maps to determine fastest route to babysitter’s house. Determined to find a better way than this morning. I want to pick up my baby ASAP.
3:00pm: Receive another picture of L napping. Notice she’s wearing a different onesie than this morning. K informs me she had a diaper explosion. That makes me laugh. Our sweet L just had to break in the new babysitter right away!
4:00pm: Wonder if this day could get any longer.
4:29pm: Leave for the day. Am tempted to run down to my car but refrain myself. This is still a professional environment, after all.
4:45pm: Curse traffic. Also, stoplights. The afternoon commute seems infinitely longer than the morning commute.
5:00pm: L is still napping. K is talking quietly so she doesn't wake her up. I don't care, because I'm picking up my baby and giving her a huge kiss. L stretches but doesn't fuss. I get a groggy half smile.
We head home, and suddenly nothing else matters.
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