The End Is Near

January 18... that's it, the day I will go back to voluntarily waking up at about 3 A.M. (as opposed to only waking in response to my crying baby) and heading off to work... leaving this precious little boy with his Aunt G (Angela) until I return around 1:00 P.M.
I have been home with Brixton for the past 10 1/2 weeks. I love being home, but still really love my job. So many mixed emotions.


So many people keep telling me "Oh, you'll cry when you leave the house." or "You'll cry all day."
Well, what if I don't? Does that make me a bad mom? Besides when I leave the house I probably shouldn't tell him bye because it will wake him (that is if he's sleeping and lately he's wide awake at that time) The truth is I probably will cry and there's nothing wrong with that. Although there is a chance that I won't cry. I'm not a big cryer (although pregnancy hormones changed that some). I've never really been one to just break down and cry, if you've ever heard my testimony you would understand that. So, we'll see.
Nate reminds me.. at least I didn't have to go back when Brixton was just a week old like he did. He says now he looks forward to those little eyes looking up at him and that little smile Brixton gives him when he gets home.

At least I know he'll be in good hands for a few months. Nate's sister is watching him until May.. maybe a little longer so at least he'll be a little bigger when he has to stay with someone that's not family.

I'm making it a point to cherish the last few days I have. In the meantime, if those of you reading this would just say a prayer for this new transition I would appreciate it.