In 4 days my baby boy will be going to daycare.
In 6 days I'll be back to work full-time.
It all hit me today as I dropped off the paperwork. My chest got a little tight and I started to feel a little teary-eyed.
The anxiety started to settle in and my mind is playing the game of 20 questions with myself . . . .
How can I leave my baby boy all day?And the list goes on and on . . . . .
How will they know what's wrong when he cries?
What if he doesn't take any naps?
How can I manage a job, a house, a marriage and a baby?
Can I keep up with pumping/breast-feeding at work?
Can I keep up with washing the cloth diapers?
Will I ever make it to work on time?
Will I ever get to exercise again? (selfish - maybe, but valid)
What if he stops sleeping so well at night with all the change?
What if I can't get out of work on time to pick him up?
Then I look at my baby boy and he just melts my heart (crazy eyes and all).
And I know that we'll find a way, somehow, we'll make it work, it'll all be worth it in the end.
I may not get as much sleep.
My house might not be as clean as I'd like it.
I might be late for work.
But we'll figure it out and do what works best for us (or so my husband has reassured me).