Cutting The Cord At 14 Months
“Ok, staff, don’t forget we have a mandatory CPR training on Tuesday night from 6-8, please be there (with an implied or else).”
As soon as I heard this, my heart dropped. I wasn’t worried about CPR, as I could do it in my sleep after re-certifying every year since I was 15; no, I was concerned about Isaac, who was definitely not invited. Yes, I did ask (:
Dinnertime!
I readily admit that my son is a mama’s boy. I am with him 24/7 at home and at work, so he is very used to me being around and doing everything for him and with him. This has never been a problem for me until I realized someone other than me was going to have to feed, bathe, diaper, and put to bed other than mommy dearest.
<GASP!>
Chris was excited to take on the challenge while I was sweating bullets and writing long lists of what to feed Isaac and anything else I thought he might need to know, forgetting that my husband is fully capable of caring for a toddler.
When he picked up Isaac on Tuesday at the daycare, both boys were all smiles, so I tried to calm down and went back inside for a fun-filled class with a bunch of those blue resuscitation dummies.
As soon as we were done I raced out of there and called Chris right away, assuming the worst. Guess what? Isaac was alive and doing just fine, I was informed. Not only had he not been fussy or had any separation anxiety, but my son had been having a blast playing with his daddy and sister while I was gone.
Once I breathed that first sigh of relief, I felt a small stab of disappointment, almost as if I wanted Isaac to miss me and cry that I was gone. I know, that seems so silly!
Later I found out that dinner consisted of 6 dill pickle spears (Yes Dear, I did cut them up and take the skin off first) and some potato salad (No Sarah, I made sure not to feed him any of the celery, I did not choke our son!).
Also the child was not bathed or sleeping when I got in, but these things did not bother me because Isaac survived without Mommy, and I am proud of him for being a big boy.
I think I had the separation anxiety in this situation, not Isaac! Anyone else ever feel like this?
You are too funny! I think I had similar anxiety the first few times I wasn’t there for the dinner/bedtime routine. I was always tempted to call every five minutes and then when I got home I wanted a play by play of exactly what she did, what she ate, did she fuss or cry, etc. And yes, Kevin took it personally! I didn’t care though, I needed to know my baby was ok without me!
So glad everyone survived!
Mamta, I totally would have called every 5 seconds if I would not have gotten in trouble with my boss, haha! I’m sorry our husbands take it personally, but I agree with you that we needed to know baby was ok (: Mother knows best…I think!