My son spent his first night at his dad’s house last night. It wasn’t planned, he just fell asleep before I got home from my sister’s graduation. We decided not to move him. His dad and I have been apart for 2 of his 3 years now. One night he spent at my mom’s house, but otherwise, I have been there every morning of his 3 years of life.
This was the most nerve wracking experience in the world. I didn’t have time to prepare myself since he wasn’t supposed to stay overnight. Obviously since he fell asleep he was ok. He must not have missed me horribly. I sure missed him, though! I kept going to his room to check on him, but he wasn’t there. All I wanted to do was give my kiddo a goodnight kiss!
I didn’t fall asleep until 3 am. I was worried about the most ridiculous things. He didn’t have his special blankie. Or his pillow. Did they brush his teeth? Did they read the story I sent? Was he happy? What if he had a bad dream? Around 2 I nearly called and woke them up and demanded my child back!
Then I calmed myself down. This arrangement was best for everyone. My son needs to spend time with his dad, I need a break, and his dad needs to start taking care of his son more than just financially. So after several deep breaths, a big long cry about my baby growing up, and a little tv I finally fell asleep. Before I knew it my baby was home and I got the biggest hug I’ve ever gotten.
It’s good to know that even though I don’t want to be the grown up sometimes that I can be. I’m proud of myself for putting what was best for my son before what was best for me…
but really, I don’t want him to spend the night at his dad’s house again for a long time!