He's Just Lost Without Me

As you know, I went back to work 2 weeks ago.

I've been meaning to get on here and update how the transition went.

I've spent nearly all day every day with my little Peanut for his first 15 months. 

Sure we had play dates and time with friends and family... 

but I've always been near, just in case he needed me.

The first week was traumatic.

When he woke I was already gone and he cried for me for hours on end.

A few days a week I go to work later and end up taking him to my parents.

He cries uncontrollably when I leave.

When we are together he clings to me, starting to panic whenever I go to leave the room.

After work when I pick him up he runs to me... flinging himself into my arms.

His whole world has been turned upside down.

I'm not sure he'll ever recover.

Oh wait a minute.... NONE OF THAT HAPPENED.

In fact, it was the complete opposite.

I think me leaving before he's even awake has worked out really well. 

Thats how we start off the week, Mon-Wed and he gets into a nice routine with daddy.

He didn't seem to miss me at all, although he didn't go back to sleep cuddled in bed like he usually would.

When he gets dropped off at my parents he sweetly waves goodbye.

That first day back, I sped over to pick him up.

I couldn't wait to see him.  I couldn't wait for him to run into my arms.

I quietly opened the door as he was playing with his cousin.

They both looked over.

Peanut went back to playing.

When he finally made his way over to me it was only to grab my phone and start talking to it.

Rotten kid.

Poor Peanut had Roseola and the rash got much worse but he's fine now and all is well.

How did I handle the separation?

To be honest I was totally fine. 

Perhaps it's just the fact that I'm still learning something new and 

so my mind is focused on something else.

I think in the mornings I'm too tired to think at all.

I leave the house by 6 am and I'm home from work by 2:30.

Sometimes I get home earlier and I'm there when he gets up from his nap.

The schedule just really works out for us.

Of course, Peanut celebrated my first week back with Roseola, temperatures in the 103 range, followed by a whole body rash.  Lots of sleepless nights and lots of coffee.

He's better now.

I'm adjusting to the early rise.  I used to go to bed at 1 am and now I try and force a 10 pm bedtime.

It's all cut into my blogging and my reading but I think I'll get into some kind of a rhythm over the next couple of weeks.

Overall it's been shockingly trauma free.

Whats it take for mom to get a running welcome 'round here?