Back to work

The third month was bittersweet. You were growing so fast and rapidly showing your personality. We learned how loud you could get when you were mad and how amazing your smile was. You were such a happy baby unless you wanted to nurse or go to sleep, then the world came to an end. I treasured every day because I knew the time would soon come that I would have to go back to work and leave you. The very thought of it broke my heart. I knew there was no way around it, but I never know how I would find the strength to do it. But God is gracious and when the time came I did what I had to do. I said good bye to you for 8 hours and went to work. The streght came from God above, of that I'm sure, because it was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Delivering you was a piece of cake compared to leaving you to go to work. But you were resiliant. You adapted to staying at your grandmother's just fine and happily drank from your bottle while I was away.

By three months you were 14 pounds 6 ounces and fitting too snuggly into the 3 months clothes. You were babbeling and giggling and such a blessing of joy in our day. After I returned to work for a couple weeks I got terribly ill with the flu and food poisioning all at once. Nana came up to help us out for a week, which was a wonderful blessing, You loved having here at your beck and call all day. The porr Nana, how you would manipulate her into holding you. I don't think she ever minded. You were quite a smart little thing by this point.

You would sit in your bouncer and at the sight of Nana you would grunt and arch your back until she came by and picked you up. :o) This was not behavior you ever did for your Dad or I. But Nana was all to happy to comply.