Alex slept over at Grandma Babs' house last night. It was a practice sleepover. He will be staying with my mom while I'm in labor and have Baby Brother, and we wanted to do a couple of practice sleepovers before the big day so that he feels comfortable and I don't have to worry about him while I'm laboring.
I'm gearing up for another long labor. It took 36 hours from the first contraction until Alex was born. They say second babies come faster, but even if my labor is cut in half, we're still looking at 18 hours. I want to spend as much time laboring at home before I go to the hospital like I did last time. I think it'll be easier for me to do that if I don't have a two-and-a-half year old bouncing on me and asking me "You ok?". Alex will likely spend at least one, maybe two nights at my mom's house.
My mom came and picked him up at 6:30 and by 7:30 I was missing him already! It's not like she hasn't taken him before. She comes over once or twice a week and takes him somewhere or stays at the house with him while I run errands. I've spent several hours at a time away from him before. Hell, I used to work full time and spent 10+ hours a day five days a week away from him. Why did it feel so different? I think it's just because if I'm away from him, it's in the afternoons and he's usually been driving me crazy all morning. Evenings are when he's my "nuggle bug". The one time of day when he'll actually sit still for a while and curl up in my lap. Even if John and I get a babysitter for a date night, he's usually awake when we come home and we have time for the family snuggle.
It's funny how I can miss him so much. Even if I pretend he's just gone to bed, the house just feels different if he's not here. By 8:00 I'd called and came up with an excuse to go over to my mom's to see him. My mom has dogs and Alex is allergic, so I took him his Benadryl. I mean, technically, it was a necessary trip, but mostly, I just wanted to see my boy. When I got there he was having so much fun he couldn't push me back out the door fast enough. Little punk wouldn't even give me a kiss or hug goodbye.
He came home this morning at 8:00 and wasn't thrilled at all to be home. He didn't want to see me or John, he just kept clinging to my mom. Clearly, he had a good time and didn't want to come home to his boring old parents yet. It took him about an hour after he got home to warm back up to me.
That's parenting for ya. No respect. You love them, sacrifice for them, turn your life upside down for them and they don't even miss you. At all.
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