I realized that I hadn't updated in quite a while, and had a grand total of five minutes in which to do so. I'll try to keep it brief and to-the-point.
Lilah is nearly 2 months old. She took her first road trip downstate this month, and was very pleasant and easy to travel with. She's smiling regularly, cooing, chuckling, and working on an epic belly laugh. She still eats very well.
While in Detroit, I left her for 2 hours so I could get a drink with friends. *That* was an ordeal. She was sleeping soundly when I left her, and still sleeping soundly when I picked her up. Kalli, her caretaker, told me she had fussed briefly and had a lot of gas, but had been wonderful other than that. Although my mind was at ease, when she fussed later that night, totally irrational thoughts went through my mind - "What if they were mean to her? What if she hates me for leaving her? What if she was scared?" I had to take a deep breath and realize I was insane.
Today, Dano is watching Lilah for the day, during the hours I'll normally be at work. We're doing a practice run so I can make sure I have enough milk pumped, and work out any kinks before I actually have to return to work, which is this Tuesday. Yes, it's only two days a week. Yes, Lilah's going to live through the experience. But I'm still a nervous wreck about leaving her. It'll be nice to have adult time and 16 hours a week without having to care for a baby. I just can't imagine anyone else caring for her as well as I do. There is it - it sounds arrogant and egotistical, but that is the major concern I'm dealing with now.
We'll see how it goes.
