Last night marked the first time in Emma’s life that she was without Mom. Ashley’s new job sent her to a conference in the Rio Grande Valley yesterday, leaving Papa Josh and Miss Emma to fumble their way through the night.
All in all, it wasn’t a bad experience. I had to work until after 7 p.m., but Emma went home with her yet-to-be-officially-named grandma (temporarily known as Buju Bubbe Omama Alissa — come on, Mom….get on with it!). When I got to their house around 7:45 p.m., she was completely conked out and proceeded to sleep though our making, eating and cleaning-up-of dinner.
I finally got her up, but she went right back to sleep in my arms as we watched election returns from North Carolina and Indiana.
We headed home around 9:45 and I gave the Little One a bath. Afterward she was fast asleep. Emma woke up around 11 to eat, but hardly took anything. She woke up again at 3 a.m. and again at 6:45 a.m. That 3 a.m. awaking was the first time Emma really showed her pining for her mother. She kept looking around, wondering why in the hell she was eating a bottle in the middle of the night.
She wouldn’t calm down and eat. She thrashed her head to and fro’, barely eating her bottle.
Overall, she slept quite well. Big Papi, however, was a nervous wreck, waking up often throughout the night — any time Emma made any noise whatsoever, any time there was a creak in the house, any time the dogs stirred.
I’m writing this blog at a coffeehouse downtown, where I’m trying to fuel up for a day in the office. Mucho caffeine es muy necessary…
Momma Cash will be back from the Valley this afternoon, and Emma and I can’t wait for her homecoming!!!
