I have more than enjoyed my last 4 days at home with my son. It’s been a nice respite from the normally chaotic days of work and daycare only to come home to a few hours with my child before I put him to sleep. We have celebrated the Thanksgiving holiday with my family, enjoyed a little Black Friday shopping, and even managed to finish decorating the house (inside & out) for Christmas.
In between all of this, Davey and I have managed to share a few laughs (he is smiling now), read a couple of books, even create a few stories of our own, and get in some much needed play time. I have worked hard this past weekend to squeeze in as much as possible with my child because I’m afraid that he will forget me.
My husband tells me I’m crazy, but the thought has crossed my mind on more than one occasion that Davey will start forgetting who I am. After all, I’m not with him 24 hours a day. He spends a big portion of his day at day care now, with strange women to hold him, comfort him, feed him and change him, all things that mommy should be doing. It breaks my heart and literally scares me at the thought that I could be forgotten and replaced. I almost cried tonight telling my husband about it.
For now, the best I can do is try to cram in as much as possible into the limited time we have together at least until we (my husband and I) are to a point where I will be able to quit work and be a stay at home mom. Hopefully that will happen sooner rather than later. There’s already so much I feel like I’m missing out on.