This Working Thing....

So, I can officially say that I am back into the swing of things at work. My committees are resuming and my Dean is throwing reports and presentations at me left and right. They took it easy on me for a couple of weeks but I guess the honeymoon is over. Last night was my first night working late. I didn't get home until 7:15 p.m. Needless to say the cub was already bathed and sleep. Now the bath part is standard but SLEEP!!!!. He doesn't usually fall asleep until after 8:00 p.m. As soon as I saw him sleeping my heart ached. I just couldn't believe that I wasn't going to get any time with him last night. After praying over him and rubbing his fat cheek I went downstairs to have dinner with The Husband. Maybe 15 minutes passed when out of nowhere the baby monitor started flashing red and the sweet cooing sounds of my cub started floating through the room. I of course raced upstairs and got him. He was all gums smiling at me. I hugged and kissed on him until 09:00 p.m. when he officially fell asleep. But while he was awake he did his usual routine of sucking on his bib while blabbering on and on in his little baby talk. I promise you he is not your ordinary 11 week old baby. We were actually able to video him in his babble talk when he was a little over 9 weeks old. I will share it one day. Any who, I believe he needed that time with me just as much as I did with him. I was so grateful for our little hour. If I could I would rather be home with him. It's been a huge difference from those 8 weeks I was home with him and now. I miss our time together. Don't get me wrong I like working but if I were given the opportunity to stay home with him I would. I find myself wondering what he did throughout the day: how long did he play on the mat, what parts of the Baby Einstein DVD does he like now, how long did he sleep at each nap. Thank  God he stays home with The Abuela (my mother-in-law, remember I hate that term so she will always be referred to as The Abuela which means Grandmother in Spanish). I could not imagine how I would feel if he were in a daycare. Then I would worry over how much time they spent playing with him. Did they do any development exercises with him? How long did they let him stew in his diaper? Are they propping his bottle (a complete no no)? These are things I don't worry about with The Abuela. She changes his diaper so often I am sure he barely feels it get wet. She gives me a daily detailed report of all his activities which I love hearing. I guess I miss being there to witness it firsthand. To make matters worse I have to work late tonight as well for an event. Let's see how I handle two nights in a row. At least MLK Day is next week giving me a three day weekend. I'll take every little minute I can get.

11 weeks old doing his favorite thing...sucking on his blanket.