Away, yet so near …
i did it, i let JT go to his Mammy and Pap’s for the weekend. We were all supposed to go to a family get together, but with Barry’s new job - he had to work some this weekend - so it was going to be a no-go for all of us, but i knew they were looking forward to seeing JT, the last he was there was at 4wks old. So i offered to meet up and let them take JT for the weekend.
It was not easy at all - packing his stuff that day - every terrible “what-if” scenario went through my head, but i kept packing. (although i have also instituted a new 72 hr rule… decisions on travel, etc must be in stone 72hr before hand - because it is a lot of work getting everything together and cleaned and packed… not to mention handling work emails and conference calls - luckily it was a work-remote day for me - but 24hrs is not enough time). I knew it would be a good thing for all of us - his Grandparents would enjoy showing him off, Barry and I would get to sleep in and maybe go to the movies or something… i knew this deep down - but i also could not stop thinking about what could happen. I cried quitely to myself as i packed his things… Barry was working, but as soon as he got home we were to leave and head up to meet Pap and move JT and his belongings into another vehicle and say goodbye. Barry was running late so i met him closer to the highway and we headed up… i was not the best of company on the ride up - to the point of almost getting into an all out road war with a lady in a mustang that gave me a dirty look for going 75 in the fast lane, JT was a little crabby and not wanting to be in the car at all - which made it even harder.
We met up with Pap, JT got to ride in the big rig from the gas station back into the truck yard… we moved all his stuff over, giving instructions on the stroller, the bottle nipples, the car seat, when to use his cd’s, how to operate the camera, when and how to give teething tablets, how to get him from car to bed that evening, handed over a few pages of additional instructions and also a signed medical release form - just in case (when your whole family is in medical field - this is always top of mind)… JT all along looking intently at everything, taking in the new environment, the train going by, the trucks rolling by, we said our goodbyes, eyes watering.
We asked Pap if he had everything HE needed… cigars? soda? Let us follow you to the gas station again so you can get what you need, remember, there’s no just running in/out of somewhere and leaving JT in car… we jumped out and said goodbyes again, tears rolling down my face, but still remaining somewhat composed (at least i thought i was)… Pap came and jumped in truck and rolled off… i got in passenger side and could not stop the tears from rolling - barry reached over and hugged me - i began bawling as he held me - i did not say another word until about an hour later when we stopped to have a bite for dinner. Meanwhile, Pap eased my mind a bit, he called to tell me not to worry, that he’d be out of phone range for a bit, but he’ll call once back in and he did just that - said JT was staring at him, i know he was studying him - sizing him up. Said he got a bit crabby so he pulled off and got him a bottle and he was quickly fast asleep… i could still smell him on my shirt.
All weekend long we thought we’d be able to relax and have “child-free” fun… alas, he’s been in practically every conversation and every thought. We can sleep in if we want, alas, i was awake at 7am both mornings, but laid in bed staring at the baby-monitor imagining him waking up and cooing and singing himself awake. The weekend consisted of a lot of - what do you want to do? I dont know, what do you want to do? Conversations almost always steered to JT, mocking characters on sesame street… “mr noodle, what do you want to do today?” We’ve called and talked to him at least 8x’s each day between the two of us - feeling good when we knew he recognized our voices on the telephone.
It’s not been an easy weekend, but it has made me realize a few things - we have an unbelievably good baby… we could hear him laughing in the background - every call we got was about how good he is and easy he is. It also made me feel good that Barry’s mom acknowledge it’s a lot of work - and that she’s not sure she could keep up if he weren’t such an “easy” baby… that made me feel good - not because i dont think or didn’t think she could do it - but now when we say, we’re just not up to packing him up… they’ll understand what all that entails. It also made me feel good that they were very understanding and respectful with regards to my feelings/wishes and understanding that i was nervous; and followed all instructions/advice and called to keep me posted on how he was doing - almost as often as we called them.
I’m sure after a few more visits my nervousness will not be so bad… but i dont think it will ever go away. We called first thing this morning - we want to get him back by 5 today - we miss him too much, we want to spend time with him - we need him - we’re not sure what we’d do without him…


