Back in January my college roomate called and asked if I wanted to do a girl's trip. I immediately said no. I am a nursing mother and thoroughly hate my pump, but I quickly reconsidered and wondered if this type of opportunity would ever come again. The days leading up to the trip my head was consumed with all sorts of morbid thoughts. I would pray and pray that everything would be fine. Even as the plane was taking off I was talking myself down from a panic attack. I didn't want to leave him! Everything was fine of course. And I feel I did really good no tears from missing him so much it hurt. I only called twice a day. Course he was sleeping both times on Saturday. But my wonderful husband left me a message of nothing but Jackson talking while he was playing.
I also think it is funny that everyone worried about Jason taking care of Jackson. He did great of course. I guess I am really lucky to have a husband who is so hands on with our son. He can do and does anything for him.
The big exciting news is that we can feel his two bottom teeth poking through! He is almost ready for steak!
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