Like Ripping a Bandaid Off

I did it.  I cut the cord.

Five hours ago, I left Lil Mil with her grandparents and boarded a plane to New York City for five babyless days.  Like pulling off a bandaid, leaving my 6 month old (who I’ve never been away from for more than 5 hours since she was born) for 5 days was a scary proposition.  When it came time to do it, I hesitated.  I dreamed up scenarios in which I wouldn’t have to do it at all.  But, in the end, I ripped that sucker right off.  And it hurt.

For about 5 seconds.

And then the reality set in:  I HAVE FIVE DAYS TO MYSELF.  And, just like that, the pain was gone.

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Do you remember the first time you left your baby for more than a day?  Was it hard or easy or a little bit of both?  Am I going to see you at BlogHer on Friday?

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