I stayed home for two days last week to take care of my little boy. He is now four months old and is starting to have some personality. I went back to work when he was two months old and was still only interested in eating and sleeping. Even though he was sicker than all get out, he did nothing but smile and talk to me the entire time. He enjoyed having me to himself I suspect. He has not had that since he was born. He basically wrapped me back around his finger those two days and I fell in love with him. He is such a great little guy. I know it sounds weird, but I didn't know that I could love someone so much. Don't get me wrong - I love my daughter but it is different. I try to figure out why it is different and the only conclusion I can come up with is that I didn't bond with her the same way. I had postpartum depression fairly bad with her and it didn't help that she was a bit of a difficult baby. I love her very now like I do her brother. I of course am still learning how to be a mom to two and try to be fairsy fairsy. Though I do think that at times we love one more than the other and it swaps back and forth so it does work out to be about equal.
Luckily, my employer was cool with me taking care of my son. I was told not to apologize that family comes first. I find it hard to believe because I have been in the business world way to long but we'll see as things move forward.
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