What will I do?
Savor my time left with the boys, remember all our funny maternity leave mishaps, and dream big dreams for our future.
It is going to be weird to cash in my nursing of Owen in the backseat of my car, to pumping in the mother’s room alone at work.
Henry’s -isms will have to sustain me from a distance now: “what x is,” “hold you” (when he means hold me), “my pick,” “two babies!,” “I happy now,” and so many more little phrases everyday.
May these next 48 hours take months to pass.