'Twas the Night Before Returning to Work

Photo by: Cassie Schott Photography

‘Twas my last night of maternity leave and all through the house, not a single thing was prepped for work, not even my blouse.

Pump parts and bottles sat by the kitchen sink, as I lay in my son’s nursery unable to sleep a wink.

Nolan was snoring in his Rock n Play, while daddy was snoozing in bed, exhausted from his work day he rested his head.

And I smiled on the floor as tears silently rolled down my cheeks, reliving special moments from the last 12 weeks.

There were snuggles, and naps, and diaper changes galore. Doctor visits, a play date, and one trip to the store. Stroller walks, a Starbucks run, and an outing for lunch. A photoshoot with Auntie Cassie, visitors from Michigan, and a birthday brunch.

Days filled with grunts, gurgles, and hundreds of “coos.” Hours of smiles, laughs, and me whispering, “I love you’s.”

Thousands of pictures taken on my phone, and texts to family and friends proudly documenting his milestones.

Visitors were wanted, but limited for good reason - Nolan was born during the midst of a horrendous flu season.

So most days were spent just mother and son. Breastfeeding, cuddling, and playing a ton.

I’ve cherished the time I was able to spend with this little guy - every dirty diaper, every spit up, and especially every cry. Each time Nolan needed me, I let him know I’d be there. I’d rock him, kiss him, and tell him I care.

The days were long but boy did they go fast. It’s hard to believe 3 months has already passed.

And now the time has come, oh say it isn’t so; maternity leave has ended and off to work I must go.

Tomorrow’s going to be a difficult day, but I know he will be alright.

Sweet dreams Nolan. I love you. Good night.