Not me, but my husband. I am sad. He has been home with me and Jack the past 6 weeks so it's hard to see him go, but he needs to make money after all.
To try and feel less sad today, I took Jack into work for a visit. Then I went and picked up my book for my final class that starts tomorrow. Then we went for a weigh-in at the lactation clinic.
All the errands and running around did us good. I was able to stay distracted and Jack was a really good boy. He was hungry twice and so I fed him in the Mother's Room at work and then again in an empty classroom at the college. The Mother's Room is very nice. I will be spending some quality time pumping there when I go back to work. Today marks the first day that I nursed Jack somewhere other than in a home. It seems strange, but I actually was relieved. I don't have as much of a phobia nursing him in public now.
Now, on to the best news of the day: Jack weighs 11 pounds! After all my stress and worry about feeding and getting the hang of breastfeeding, the little guy is gaining weight like a champ! His cute little fingers are plumping up and he is getting tiny fat rolls on his arms and legs. Thank you Lord!
Jack is cranky tonight. I am not sure if it's the result of spending the entire day running around, or if it's gas, or if it's the fact that he misses his daddy. I vote gas. He has a period during the day where he's super gassy. Poor little guy.
I have 4 hours before my husband gets home from work. I hope I can make it!