Back to work

I miss my baby.

This is my first week back at work. It’s hard to believe 8 weeks have passed. My baby boy is two months old!

As I got in my car this morning, I felt a little sad, but it was nothing compared to yesterday - my first day back.

I woke up in the morning and started crying. I cried through my shower and during my commute to work. When I said goodbye to my little turtle, he flashed me a big gummy smile. He can be so sweet sometimes, which makes it even harder to leave him.

I knew it would be hard to go back to work, but didn’t realize my heart would be breaking.

Now Zach spends his days with Daddy. It’s boy time, I guess. My guess is his days are filled with eating, sleeping and cartoons - the adult kind like Family Guy and Futurama and whatever. Hopefully this time alone together will allow them to bond as much as Zach and I have over the last 8 weeks.

I just wish I could be there with them.