gone with the wind

Keaton spent 8 hours away from me today. It was a first. It hurt. Me, not him. He was in heaven with his Nana, playing with her and her little puppies and with Uncle Ezra, too. But me...

Things happen like: I trip over words and over doorstops because I am moving frantically, hurrying to finish my work so I can get back to the boy.  I imagine him playing without me and my heart hurts that we are separated. Other new Moms are chiller, cooler than me. Other new Moms are happy to have babysitters already. This new Mom is a neurotic, clingy bundle of mush who may be unfit to parent. 

Clearly I will have a most spoiled child because I can do nothing but coo, coddle, comfort.

The good news is, I was able to pump more milk than he took by bottle, so I feel cocky about cheating the system.  The other good news is this: The boy is fast asleep now and for a couple days, at least, I'll get my way and not be parted from him.