A bunch of beginnings and endings this week: 1)Banu's last day Thursday 2)Nola's first time at Ana's tomorrow (actually, 3 hours from now) and 3) 24 hour call this weekend, my first since November.
I hope I fare better emotionally about taking Nola to Ana's in the morning. Although I've been back at work since August, I trust Ana completely, and it's only twice a week, Ana's is a big reality check that my babies are being raised by other people. Very hard to swallow. Painful inventory of the impact of my choices. At least Nola is 10 months on the eve of her first daycare day and had Banu until now. I remember the day I dropped Sarek off for a trial run when he was 6 months old. I will never forget him in Ana's arms as she shut the door, his little Robeezed feet at her waistline, chubby hands full of her shirt, uncomprehending. I walked home in tears, sat in his room without a plan or any idea what to do with my few hours of freedom. I ached for him and worried. He was fine. But I felt like I'd let him down.
Now, all I can do is pump, pump, pump for my dear baby Nola to get her through during this bumpy week. Which is why I'm up at the moment. Me and the pump. Good times!