This little picture was taken on 11.08.13 ... when Porter was just four weeks old. Four little weeks!
Since then I have left Porter with Dan a few times while I run with Sherman. And there was that one time that I left for two hours to get a massage with my mom and sister. And I ran out to Target another time while Porter's lala watched him. He was sleeping. And I still checked on him twice.
Minus those hours ... it's been me and Porter. Nursing, rocking, feeding, burping, playing, sleeping, laughing, crying. We've spent thousands of hours together already and very few apart.
And now I'm getting ready to leave him for four nights and five days.
And guys ... I am freaking out.
So this is where I need at least one mom out there to say ...
It's okay. Tell me it's harder on me than it is on him. Tell me that I'm not a horrible mom and that he won't even know I'm gone. Tell me that he will remember me when I get back. That we'll just be able to pick up right where we left off. Tell me that this break will be good for me. Tell me you've left your baby for a little bit and survived?
Until I hear from you ... I'll be right here.
Breathing into a paper bag.