Mama’s Touch

Maya — 21 months yesterday — is cutting three teeth right now: two on the bottom and one on top. And with this recent bout of teething, she has been super-clingy the past couple of days. Like screaming if she isn’t in my arms at.all.times. Of course, she can’t be in my arms at.all.times. but it’s been a rough couple of days, to say the least.

Last night, she woke up crying at 11 PM. Knowing I wasn’t feeling well (upper resp. infection — lucky me!) Luis went in there to see what was up. But after a half hour, she was still crying. So I went in and saw her writhing in his arms in the glider. He was trying to give her some Infant Tylenol (the one thing that works for her) but she wouldn’t have any of it — shooing his hand away and pursing her little lips in defiance, moaning “Noooooo.” Continue reading “Mama’s Touch”

“Mommy, Don’t Leave!”

We have entered the full-fledged separation anxiety stage … and it flat-out sucks.

I don’t get nearly enough time with Maya each day as it is, and since last week, she’s been crying and clinging to my leg — arms pointing “up” — as soon as she sees me go for my coat and laptop bag. She stands at the gate to the kitchen and cries. It’s absolutely heart-breaking. As soon as I pick her up … the tears stop but I see that tomato-red face streaked with tears and my heart heaves … a lot. Eventually, though, I need to get to work or I’ll be late.

It’s become a daily struggle and it’s not ending any time soon. Apparently, between 18 months and 2 1/2 years it levels off — we just happened to get to this stage pretty late … for better or for worse.

Each workday (except Fridays, when I work from home with my peanut) Luis does drop-off and I do pick-up because it’s what makes the most sense for our family (we live closer to his work than mine; daycare is a mile from his office) but also because, frankly, I can’t handle the idea of willingly leaving her. I’d much rather pick her up at the end of the day.

This system has worked for us from the very beginning … but now even at pick-up, she’s often hysterical when she sees me. One of two things happen. Continue reading ““Mommy, Don’t Leave!””

First Day Back …

Today was my first day back at work, and it was a mixed bag.

On the one hand, it was horrible leaving Maya. I’m not gonna lie … I totally cried leaving her, and even a chai latte from my favorite coffee joint couldn’t cure the missing-my-baby blues.

But once Igot into the office and found my new cufice and started seeing friends and my boss and began organizing my work space, I started to feel a little better.

[Plus, a dear friend brought me a potted plant (seen in this pic) which totally spruced up my office and my day!] Continue reading “First Day Back …”