Sob.
I started back to work last Friday, and will be going in for half days for the first couple of weeks, easing my way back into things. Now Friday wasn't so bad, as Harrison hung out with Hubby until I got home.
But today? I fed Harrison, got him dressed in his jeans and hoodie, packed his bag and his bottles, and brought him over to his little school. Surprisingly, I stayed relatively calm until I handed him over to his teacher - and he looked at me and started crying. I barely made it to the car before bursting into tears. It sucked. The next four hours seemed like an eternity - all I wanted to do was leave work and snuggle with my little boy (which is exactly what I did all afternoon).
Please, will someone tell me that it eventually gets easier?
In other news, Harrison successfully took a bottle at daycare today. Thank God. Hubby and I have spent at least $200 trying to find a bottle that he will tolerate. You name it, we own it... I am not joking. The ones that have proven to work best? The cheapest ones out there - your standard Gerber bottle, purchased for $2.99 (for a set of three) at Target. We have an entire storage container full of rejected bottles - oh well, we'll save them for our second child.
This weekend was lovely. My friend Cheryl came to visit from PA - we had such a nice time together. We worked together at Cendant back in the day, until she left to pursue her counseling career. She is a sweetie.
Typing one-handed while feeding the baby. I'll be back with pics tomorrow.


