What a weekend. My best friend in the whole world got married. In Bowling Green. Which meant an overnight stay....without the babies. As the date approached, a myriad of emotions would pass through me. From excitement to dread. Excited to have a romantic getaway with my husband, and dread to leave my babies. I have never left them overnight, expect by necessity in the NICU. My face is the first face they see in the morning and the last one that they see at night. We have a routine, me and my guys. What would they think? Would they miss me? Would they know that I was coming back for them? What if they did something momentous while I was away? Like sit up on their own. How could I possibly leave my babies? How could I possibly miss my best friend's wedding? How could I be two places at once?
So....my very good friend actually VOLUNTEERED to watch the boys. I knew they would be fine with her. I knew she wouldn't just take care of them, but love them. So after many tears, we headed for Bowling Green. And it was NICE. Refreshing even. We talked, we danced, we laughed. We had a wonderful time.
I certainly missed the babies. Especially at 1am when I had to pump. After breakfast, I was ready to get home. Ready to see them, to smell them, to feel them. To hear them laugh, giggle. And it was just as I had imagined. The babies were waiting for us on the front porch. They saw me. And the kicking started. Their little legs pumping with excitement when they saw me, their momma. And I couldn't get my hands on them fast enough. I picked them up, inhaled their baby scents and all was well with my world.
And if that wasn't enough. This boy.....rolled over tonight. Belly to back :)
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