It's been a while, but I haven't stitched very much in the past two weeks. Left-brain and I have been fighting a heinous cold for the last week, and it's taken all our effort to keep upright. Monday, I had such bad chills, I had to wear a sweatshirt all day, and slept with 4 blankets. It wouldn't have been so bad, but this was my last week home with the baby and I was miserable most of it.
She starts school tomorrow. I have another week off, but this lets me ease into letting her go to daycare without having to keep myself together for work. I have been getting a bit emotional for the past couple weeks whenever I think about it, even though I know it's how it has to be, particularly with the current state of business, but it doesn't make it easier to think of my tiny daughter being away from me. I have to send her out in the world now, and I don't want to. I never in my life thought it would be this hard to do this--I was Rachel, who never wanted to be tied down, who took a lot of her self-worth from work, and now, all I want to do is cuddle her. And take pictures of her, LOL.
I know it will be OK. The staff is kind; she smiled at Miss Julie on Wednesday when we visited. I know she'll take good care of her. I'm going to try to not call during the day. I think it will be better for me not to do so. Then, when I get to go get her, she won't know how I worried about her. And I do think it will be good for me to get some stuff done while she is not here. I have to renew my car license, and there was all that baking I had planned to do before I realized you don't bake in a house with a baby without some other person there. I might get the naps I haven't been able to get in 8 weeks. I have some ornaments to finish. So I'll have some work to do to occupy my mind. But when I go get her, someone is getting kissed and kissed and kissed.