This is the part being a "working mom" kills me.
Emerson woke up around 7:00am this morning; I normally leave at 7:05am. But I played with her for a few minutes, we giggled, and then I handed her off to dada so I could go to work.
The moment I set her down, she started wailing.
I left the room, the wailing got louder.
I peeked my head back into the room, she stopped crying and started crawling toward me. I gave her another quick kiss, and told her she was going to be okay. She smiled.
I left again, and the wailing continued, louder this time.
I realize that she'll never remember this, and Jon said she was fine shortly afterward, but this is the kind of thing that CRUSHES my heart. I wish I could be around her all day, every day :(
Mommy sob story over. Excuse me while I cry into my coffee.