I started my second and last maternity leave.
I am having a lazy Sunday, bogged down with a cold, compliments of Hubs when it struck me. I have already been off for one whole year.
How can that be?? Wasn't it just yeasterday that I was moaning and groaning about my stoopid sciatic nerve issue?? That I couldn't take M for a walk longer than 30 minutes because I physically just couldn't do it? That I was building a bed for myself at the base of the stairs at 7:00am in the mornings because I wanted to snooze longer and I was baracading the exit for M should he try to escape?
Wasn't it just yesterday that a size three didn't fit M and now in two week from today he will turn three and being wearing a size four in some things?
I'm sure it was just yesterday that I was sitting in my Dr. office and he was giving me the details of my schedule c-section. And I know that it wasn't that long ago that I walked up to the desk in Labour and Delivery at the hospital and ordered up one baby boy.
It couldn't possibly be that my baby is going to be one in five weeks.
And I am certain that I am not ready to return to work in five weeks.
Time is once again not on my side.
My babies are growing, their personalities maturing into little people that I could never, ever do without.
It doesn't stop me from missing the smallness though. I can't even begin to describe that feeling when your newborn baby is placed into your arms for the very first time.
I remember it for both of them like it was yesterday.