Tonight, as I bid the husband farewell at the entrance of the ‘Departure’ hall before he embarks on his one-week hectic work trip; I started getting a little teary.
I wasn’t too sure if it was the hormones doing its darn meanest, but I had to fight back tears and sounding teary as the Bo asked if I would miss him (duh!). I didn’t want to worry him.
Perhaps this is his first work trip away from me & baby since the pregnancy or perhaps he’s been able to dodge work trips in the past years that I haven’t gotten used to him being away for a while – but I told myself that I needed to stay strong and not start to weep. I was going to become a mom, da*nit.
And as I drove home very slowly (because of all the nagging from the Bo, mom & mil about staying safe now that I had a little one to protect from nasty road ragers), I actually had one of the longest conversations with baby chungkin – that it was going to be mommy & him for a week till daddy comes home and that we were going to entertain ourselves and have fun with friends, his grandmama amongst many others. And that God will keep us safe, and keep his daddy safe too.
He responded with a bit of a movement. I’m assuming he totally understood what I was babbling on about. And it definitely helped allay those road fears, getting a lot of smooth traffic on the way back as I took on the driver’s seat after being absent for a good 5 months.
I love you so much my little one. And I love your daddy just as much too.