Terri had a very, very hard time leaving. I had the girls upstairs, and was looking at Terri from the top of the stairs. She made it halfway down, and then sat down on the stairs and started bawling. I remember feeling badly for her, but not quite understanding the depth of her anguish. Billy nearly had to drag her out by her hair. I'm talking full on, sobbing, shaking, breakdown. Poor girl.
See, now I understand. There's this event that I really, really, really want to go to. It's only 3 hours away. I'd only be gone for like 12 hours. I'd be leaving Ace with my sister, who I totally trust, as she's really good with children. Did I mention I really, really want to go? My bestest friend is graduating from college. I'm so incredibly happy and proud of her, and would really like to show my support by attending. Unfortunately, the anxiety I'm feeling about being so far away from my son for so long is a little too much to handle. There are times when he drive me nuts, certainly. There are times where I'd much rather spend the day in New Orleans than walk him up and down the hallway trying to keep him from crying. I'm just not sure I can actually execute my plan.
I really want to go. Really, really want to go. For goodness' sakes, not only is my best friend - my BEST FRIEND - graduating from college, I could also go to Whole Foods! Angelo Brocato's! Restoration Hardware! (I have a $70 store credit that's been screaming "get rid of me!" since at least May.) I'm just not sure I can handle it. I've only been an hour away from him once, and that was when I thought my grandma was going to die. I spend every hour of every day with this child, except the occasions where I leave the house to go shopping. (Like tomorrow. It's the Christmas shopping extravaganza, so if there are any last requests, call me tomorrow.) But even then I'm not more than 20 minutes away from him.
So Terri, my sincere apologies to you for ever, ever making fun of you for losing your ever-lovin' mind when you left the girls for a week to go to Jamaica. When you got back, you said you had fun, but would never leave the girls for that long again. I didn't believe you then, but I believe you now. And Angie, I know you said you'd understand if I didn't make it, and I appreciate that.
Also, I know I shouldn't play favorites with the gifts Ace has received, but y'all have to admit, this one is pretty much awesome:
It says, "Arrrr!!!! I'm a Pirate!" Yeah. And it's a 6 month onesie. I can't believe this kid has gotten so big.
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When Jonathan was but 17 months old, I had an ectopic pregnancy. I was in the hospital for several days. Your Aunt Cindy stayed with Jonathan while his dad was working offshore. Just nine short days later, I came home. Jonathan had temporarily forgotten me. He clung to his Aunt Cindy's legs, fearful of me. Aunt Cindy felt awful, afraid that I would assume she had spent the time with him turning him against me. Of course that wasn't what happened, and I knew that and comforted my sister. He had just temporarily forgotten me, in that short span of time, just nine days. He was just a little baby with a very short memory span.
Then Aunt Cindy and I both started crying, and Jonathan, realizing the travesty he had caused, concentrated a bit. Finally he understood who I was, left his Aunt Cindy's leg, and grabbed my hands and pulled me down to the floor. Little by little and bit by bit, we played all the little games we played all the time, (patty-cake, etc.) in fast motion, until he finally realized who I was, and Aunt Cindy was completely forgotten.
Kids that young really need their moms and dads on a daily basis.
Yes! Finally big enough for the pirate onesie! Awesome!
Okay, I gotta rspond to your advice Sherry.
1) While Ace is only 6 months old, and your little one was 17 months old, every child is different! Not all will act the same way. Example: My mom told me that she went on a one week vacation when I was 3, 3 months old! She said it was a hard leave, but at the time seh needed a break and I didn't forget her abit.
2.) You left for 9 days while Stacey will be gone at the most I presume, a day and a half. That is very short time.
3) Agian, I'll state the universal obvious, you are right about it being a hard thing to do. SOOO....
Stacey, I say it for the I think the fourth time: If it's too much for you, ,b> don't worry about it! I would hat eto see your in a fret daown here. You only have a first child once, ya know. ;D
What a cutie pie he is in his pirate onesie - look at those long legs!
The baby says: "Arrrr! Time to swab my poop deck!"
One more thing:
When I told my mom about yur predictament, she said quite sternly, "She needs to get qaway! She needs to take a vacation, no matter khow hard it's gonna be for her."
Ohhh-kay, mommie dearest...
You do need to get away it will be great for your sanity. I dint do it when hailey was young and now i wish i had. It might make it a little easier the next time you have to leave them. Hailey is three and i still hate to leave her while she is in preschool. many mornings i stand there outside her room waiting for her to cry so i can rush in to comfort her but it never happens. They will be alright... You on the other hand will call 50 times, write a 20 page list of numbers and emergency precautions just in case something happens and worry the whole time but you will enjoy yourself and you need to go for your own well being. Let you take your first steps to giving your child space...haha... also the pirate shirt is adorable...He even has cute half pirate grin to go along with it. He has grown so much. just think he will be walking in another 6 months. Enjoy the freedom...
I know you don't want to leave him, but you should. The reason I say this, is what if you were to get sick? I don't mean anything horrible, just enough to knock you off your feet for a few days. When my little man was about seven months old(now 3 1/2 years old)right after his first Easter, hubby and I got so sick with the stomach flu from hell, that we had to send him to my in-laws to stay. Neither of us was able to take care of our selves let alone a seven month old baby. Fortunately he had been alone for afternoons with his granny and poppaw and was totally content with them for the three days it took hubby and I to get well. Just think about going. It will be good for both of you.
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