I went on my first business trip since returning to work from maternity leave. It took me away from baby from Sep 4 to 7.
Four days in Bengaluru. Four days of misery.
I survived by watching old videos of baby and looking at fresh photos the awesome husband sent over on Whatsapp.
When I finally got home at 7am on Sep 8, I had expected an emotional reunion, one that would see baby reaching out desperately for me and we both collapse into a long, tight hug.
Well, not quite.
Baby saw me, gave me a little smile, then turned his attention to daddy, his eyes twinkling like they always do when he expects playtime.
I took him into my arms and planted a million kisses on his face. As usual, my affection was overwhelming for him and he struggled to be free. LOL!
So there was my emotional reunion. Emotional on my part, and hardly any on his part.
Four days in Bengaluru. Four days of misery.
I survived by watching old videos of baby and looking at fresh photos the awesome husband sent over on Whatsapp.
When I finally got home at 7am on Sep 8, I had expected an emotional reunion, one that would see baby reaching out desperately for me and we both collapse into a long, tight hug.
Well, not quite.
Baby saw me, gave me a little smile, then turned his attention to daddy, his eyes twinkling like they always do when he expects playtime.
I took him into my arms and planted a million kisses on his face. As usual, my affection was overwhelming for him and he struggled to be free. LOL!
So there was my emotional reunion. Emotional on my part, and hardly any on his part.
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