I’m going to London next week. Just for six days – but still… It’s London! There’s no where quite like London in the summer (please let it be summer).
I am quite excited about seeing my parents and siblings, going to my favourite restaurants and shops and walking on the street! It is such a feeling of freedom – being able to finally walk wherever I want.
So with all this to look forward to, why am I worrying so much? Why can’t I sleep at night? Why do I keep bursting into tears?
I’m leaving my baby behind. While I’d love to take him, I don’t want to uproot him for just six days. Last time we travelled, it took him weeks to get back into his routine.
Will he miss me? Will he wonder where I am? Will he look around my room, expecting to see me? What if he says his first real word while I’m away? What if he takes his first independent steps? Will I ever be able to forgive myself for not being there?
Maybe I should take him…