1st Week of Many

We made it through the week that Emily was dreading the most. 

Ever since Owen was born it seemed like last week was highlighted on the calendar with a big red oval around it (even though no mark was on it at all).  Without being able to speak of it, we both knew that this week would soon arrive.  And it did.

What was so special (or not so special) about last week?

1) Emily returned to work, so Owen would have to go to daycare. 
2) Emily, tragically, had to travel for work for 2 days to Houston.
3) Owen was stuck with his dad for 2 days.....without his mom.

You can see why it was a very tramatic week for us.

To her credit, Emily was pretty brave throughout the week.  I expected her to burst into tears as soon as Owen was put into his car carrier seat to go to daycare for the 1st time.  She didn't.  (However, she did tell me later that she did cry a little the night before just thinking about it.  Who can blame her?)

Then......as luck would have it....not only would Emily have to deal with not seeing Owen (for the 1st time) during the days......she almost immediately (the next day) had to travel and be away from him for 2 solid days.  (As aluded to above, the real hero/victim of this portion of the story is Owen.....having to deal with his dad for such a long time.  But he got through it.)

Emily was a real trooper when she was in Houston.  She did call/text a lot, but who can blame her.  I found it cute that she would text me asking for pictures of Owen....which I obliged.  (I won't post them here because they weren't that great of photos.....but they got Emily through the days.)

We made it through last week ok....and we will the next week too.  This is just the start of our journey as a family, and we have to cherish every bit of it.  The good & the bad.