My husband is leaving for three months.
When I got the news, I wanted to cry — the thought of handling the responsibilities of work, school and a baby all on my own was terrifying.
His job is in the construction field and he needs to go where the work is and I need to start accepting the reality of my situation.
He will miss most of the summer, and with it, many milestones in our son’s life.
He won’t see him eat solid food for the first time, his first tooth, or his first attempts at crawling. He won’t see the baby’s reaction to feeling grass under his feet for the first time, or sand at the beach.
Then I worry about the baby remembering his dad — will he recognize him or fear him when he sees him? My heart breaks to even ask the question.
I have a support network rallying behind me, offering to watch the baby while I am at work. Being a second-shifter is not easy when it comes to parenthood as it is. It’s difficult to find daycare options and you always need an army of helpers as a backup plan.
I have one more week and the deal will be done. Then baby and I will be on our own.
I’m sure the time will fly by. I’m sure we’ll be fine. I’m sure it won’t cause my son and ill effects and I’m sure my husband will think about us daily.
With all the bright side comments out of the way, I’m mad — steaming mad. I hate this situation and I desperately want to change it. But accepting that fact that the situation now is beyond my control is proving to be most difficult.
But, then again, I always had issues with not getting my way. Maybe this time with my son is exactly what I need in order to focus on what is most important in life.
I will do my best to muddle through, and I hope it will all work out in the end.
When I got the news, I wanted to cry — the thought of handling the responsibilities of work, school and a baby all on my own was terrifying.
His job is in the construction field and he needs to go where the work is and I need to start accepting the reality of my situation.
He will miss most of the summer, and with it, many milestones in our son’s life.
He won’t see him eat solid food for the first time, his first tooth, or his first attempts at crawling. He won’t see the baby’s reaction to feeling grass under his feet for the first time, or sand at the beach.
Then I worry about the baby remembering his dad — will he recognize him or fear him when he sees him? My heart breaks to even ask the question.
I have a support network rallying behind me, offering to watch the baby while I am at work. Being a second-shifter is not easy when it comes to parenthood as it is. It’s difficult to find daycare options and you always need an army of helpers as a backup plan.
I have one more week and the deal will be done. Then baby and I will be on our own.
I’m sure the time will fly by. I’m sure we’ll be fine. I’m sure it won’t cause my son and ill effects and I’m sure my husband will think about us daily.
With all the bright side comments out of the way, I’m mad — steaming mad. I hate this situation and I desperately want to change it. But accepting that fact that the situation now is beyond my control is proving to be most difficult.
But, then again, I always had issues with not getting my way. Maybe this time with my son is exactly what I need in order to focus on what is most important in life.
I will do my best to muddle through, and I hope it will all work out in the end.
It WILL all work out in the end! Fo sho. =0)
ReplyDeleteAnd I am commenting right now as proof that I read your blog today. See what a good blog follower I am? With great blog followers like this, how could a measly summer without the hubby get you down?
Yeah, that definitely makes it all better...