This week has been slightly emotional as our big transition is looming heavily over us at this point. Michael has already left for the big move and E and I have been left behind to finish up a few little things before leaving ourselves this coming weekend.
With Michael out of town this week and me being on 24/7 mommy duty, I decided it would be a good idea to stay the night with my mom Monday and then head over to my dad's the next day for dinner and fun. On our way home I burst into tears realizing just how much we were going to miss them. There will be no, just calling them to come over, or quick saves when I get in a pinch. We will really be on our own. And that, scares me.
Also, I'm not fully sure I understand what kind of effects this will have on Ethan just yet. I do expect it to be confusing, but part of me now is realizing that he might be aware enough to actually miss the people we are leaving and that friends, breaks my heart. E woke up last night at some ungodly morning hour and continued screaming for the next two. I could not, for the life of me, get him to go back to sleep. His belly was full, he wasn't teething, I'd changed his diaper twice at this point....mama was all out of ideas. In desperation I called my sleeping husband.
Turns out E just missed his daddy.
Within minutes of him singing their nightly songs, E had his head on my shoulder and was relaxing a bit. Every time Michael would stop singing he would whine and Michael would start up again.
I've been trying very hard not to think about it, but this move is going to be very difficult on us all. I was hoping Ethan would be too young to really notice, but I have definitely underestimated him.
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