Well, That's Kind of Personal...

Handing a small plastic bag of milk freshly pumped from your very own boobies a mere 3 hours ago to a complete stranger is a very odd feeling. (Ok, not a COMPLETE stranger. I mean, I do trust her to take care of my children.) I just feel like the transfer to her should be completed in a package wrapped in plain brown paper.



I've been back at work a week tomorrow. So far, I'm way to busy getting caught up to spend too much time thinking about missing my baby. Don't get me wrong, I still find time! My heart hurts and I'm sad just because I know he does not get held & cuddled as much as he would like. After all, no one can love him like his mommy! (YEARS of therapy from that right there)