Day Care

The day care called me a few weeks ago to say that they were able to finally accept Carter into the program...I cried. I knew it was coming, but some how I just wanted to believe that mom could stay here forever and watch the baby and everything would be fine. In reality, I knew that was impossible, but I just wasn't ready to face Carter having to go to day care. Well, his first day was this past Monday, which means my mom went home on Sunday.

I can't even describe what it was like having mom here the last two months. It was WONDERFUL! It was so fun coming home from work to mom and Carter everyday, and she was such great company. I will never forget this time I got to spend with her and the time that she got to spend with Carter. It made the transition of me going back to work so much easier. I had almost two months to get used to working again before I had to get used to sending Carter to day care everyday. Anyway, mom left Sunday and I was so sad to see her go.

Carter's first day of day care went well. The teacher said he cried a little off and on, but that was probably because it was a different environment. But he didn't cry when I dropped him off in the morning and that is good because that would have just broken my heart. And I didn't cry when I dropped him off, so I was proud of myself for that. I really wanted to but I knew if I did I wasn't sure if I would be able to stop. And showing up at work with puffy eyes and smeared mascara was not something I wanted to try. Carter sure was happy to see me when I picked him up and that made me feel good. Today was his second day and the teacher reported that he did great today, much better than yesterday. So, that is great news. I'm sure by the end of the week he'll have the schedule down and get used to seeing his teacher and the other kids everyday. I think this has been much harder on me than it has been him. Go figure!

New Nephew

So, I'm a little late on this post seeing that Noah, my new nephew, was born on January 19th, but better late than never. My dad totally thinks he's on a roll with the birth of Noah upping the number of boys in the family. Now he has a couple of little grandsons to pal around with and impress with his vast knowledge of hunting and fishing. I'm sure they won't mind a bit.

Anyway, Noah was born 9 weeks early and has been living out his first weeks of life in the hospital. At first he was sent to the NICU in Florence, but has been moved back home to the hospital in Conway for the last week. The doctors said he was doing well and as soon as he learned to eat from a bottle he could come home. Well, over the last day, Noah has been working so hard to learn to eat that he was letting his oxygen levels drop. This was no good, and the doctor decided to put his feeding tube back in for now. So, it looks like Noah won't be coming home as soon as we thought, but we'd much rather him come home healthy!

What a cutie!?

My first visit with Noah at the NICU in Florence

I sure am ready to get my little hands on that guy. I do have to say that my sister has been an absolute trooper through all of this. I can't imagine how hard it is to have a baby and then not get to even hold him until he's 3 days old. I'm so proud of her!