Away from home

Last week was the first time I was away from you overnight. I had to attend a conference in Louisville, KY, for three days/two nights. Between pumping in airport and convention center bathrooms every three hours and feeling horribly homesick, it was a terrible trip. Sadly, I am used to not seeing you during the day, but adding mornings, evenings and nights to that, it was tortuous. Of course, your papa took very well care of you. The first day you refused to drink from the bottle before and after day care, since you are used to being nursed during those times. But after that first day of adjusting, you were doing just fine. We also added formula to the breast milk as I wasn't able to pump enough milk for you before I left. That wasn't an issue for you either. In fact, you slept through the night every time.

This trip seemed entirely useless. But then will anything be worth much if it means I have to be away from you, especially overnight?

Since you were born, I am much more critical about how I spend my time. I am lucky that I enjoy my work while you are at day care. I am glad that it's more than just a pay check (especially since it's not a big pay check!). Time seems more valuable now. Even after you are in bed at night and I have a few hours to myself, I don't have any patience for TV and the countless commercials anymore. I rather read, talk to some friends, or most of the time go to sleep.

Needless to say, I am dreading the two work trips that are coming up for me in the next two months.