Going back to work

This week I am back to work.  It's been hard and I was in tears for hours beforehand on Monday as I lay in bed with Taylor after his 2am feeding just holding him tight.  I didn't want to go.  I didn't want to let him go (and yes, I sound like a complete child myself as I whine endlessly that I don't want to leave him). 

Francis and I took him to daycare together.  We found a great (although expensive) daycare near the Grove St. PATH station that we can both get to easily from work  They actually have won awards for being the "best of jersey city" this past year so I feel confident in them caring for him.   We actually were commuting from the mall a few weeks ago and struck up a conversation with a mother who had a 2 year old, and she was telling me how she had her daughter in the same day care - although they break the age groups up and put them in different facilities - but she told me how much she loved it and how well her daughter did there.  So she seriously put my mind at ease.  So hard to let him go though.

First day of day care in his own crib!