The mornings I leave for work are dark and quiet as I sneak around the apartment finding the missing sock, throwing something together for lunch and making double, tripple, quadruple sure my nursing badge is indeed in my bag. And before all that I sneak into Lewis's room and scoop up his warm sleepy body into my arms and nurse him while he dreams. When he finishes (or I run out of time) I lay him back in his crib and he settles into his preferred sleeping position with only his belly aware of any changes. I gently close the front door behind me and greet the cool 6am morning air - leaving behind my sleepy boys for a day full of ventilators, tube feedings, code carts and monitor alarms (and not to forget pumping in a deserted on call room every 3-4 hours).
You will wake up this morning to your dad's smiling face. You will be fed from an array blue, yellow and purple bottles. You will most likely not be put in any clothes unless absolutely necessary. You will probably go to the park or the coffee shop....and by the end of the day your dad will have hilarious pictures and stories of you.
Like the day I drove away with your play mat in the trunk of my car. He rigged this child friendly distraction contraption up. (My favorite is the car keys tied to the auxillary cord)
His hands free feeding method. You drank the whole thing without moving your head.
And his all time favorite game of putting things on your head. Obviously diapers and bottles work best.
Overall you have great days.
And when I come home to your toothless grins and a relieved husband - all is well with the world.