Is a vacation possible, without my son?
Posted by Laurie
This past weekend my husband and I flew to Cancun, Mexico. We spent four nights in Shangri-la, while our son stayed at home with visiting grandparents. It was our longest time away from our son. The weather was nice. It was slightly overcast part of the time, but as long as I could sit in a lounge chair by the pool with my husband beside me, I was euphoric. Blake was thoroughly entertained and happy at home, and the grandparents were thrilled to be with him. What could go wrong? Me.
Apparently, I need to take a vacation from my brain. For the first day of my trip, it just wouldn’t stop the movie reel: what if our plane crashes? What if Blake desperately cries for me for hours? What if they put him in the warmer pajamas but the heat is turned too high and Blake overheats in the middle of the night? What if they forget to read him “Goodnight Moon” at bedtime?
What if I shouldn’t have left my baby? (more…)

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