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…