And as I wait at the gate for my flight to Atlanta and then Orlando, I wonder if Mason is still curled up in a tight ball sleeping in his crib. Or if my tip toeing around the house was too loud for him. Naw I'm sure he's sleeping and I'm sure this weekend with daddy will be great.
This is the FIRST time I've left Mason for more than a few hours. I think I'm going to miss him more than he'll miss me.
We had our LAST breast feeding session on Wednesday night in preparation of me being away. As I fed him I wondered if he knew that this would be the last time. If he knew that he was a big boy now and didn't need mama like that anymore. If he knew that I finally was gaining my body back (nonexistent boobs and all).
He was so peaceful that night drifting to sleep.
Since then he's been put to bed by Ryan on Thursday and by me last night. I give him a sippy cup of whole milk and brushed his teeth. I read him two books and hugged him tight. And then I kissed him goodnight and placed him in his crib.
He didn't fall asleep right away; he cried and then played with Elmo and his blankie. Then I looked at the monitor and he was asleep. And just like that my fears of needing him to breast feed before bed disappeared. And I knew I had a toddler.
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