Dante turns 6wks old tomorrow.
Wow, has it been that short amount of time? It seems like it’s been an eternity… in a good way! But at the same time I know that he’s growing day by day in my arms and I can’t really detect it – he’s still my little peanut. Just looking at him and feeling how solid and strong he is now, I know that he’s grown because I can’t imagine that this chunky monkey was inside of me!
Today was the most amount of time that I’ve been away from him in 6 weeks. Thank goodness for “Studio D” (in my house) which I’ve been broadcasting from for the past few weeks, because I just can’t get enough time with the little peanut… even when he’s screaming his face off and I’m on my last sinewy nerve, I just want to snuggle him tight.
Going back into the studio today for just a short amount of time was tough. I came up with what I call my “Separation Anxiety Factor” on a scale of 1 to 10 (and sometimes 11) of what I’m feeling at that given moment being away from him. I would say that today I got a little antsy while on the air, but I was never past a 6.5 on the S.A.F. scale.
But this evening I was having some issues with feeding him, he wasn’t wanting to attach, and he was extremely fussy because of it… I was worried that having given him so many bottles in the past day that he was starting to refuse “the boob”, which would thus start effecting my milk production (I won’t go into that… look it up if you’re bored).
Sensing my anxiety (alright, it was plastered all over my face and snappy demeanor), Anthony all but pried the child out of my baby-greedy hands and took him downtown to hang out with friends and Simeons. It was a welcome break that was forced on me. I needed to get some work done (including this blog). And by work, I mean “watching Dancing with the Stars”.
Just a few hours into their excursion however, here I am sitting on the couch watching the Dancing finale (go Kellie! no, go Zendaya! ahhhh I can’t decide!), eating a delicious meal that my own mommy cooked me, and on comes a Johnson & Johnson commercial featuring all sorts of babies and toddlers… and I’m getting weepy! I want my baby back! Separation Anxiety Factor 11.2!!!!!! Yikes!!
Just 3 more days that my illustrious cohost Dave has off and I’ll be solo in the (real) studio… If I can get through Dancing With the Stars tonight without complete Dante withdrawal, I think I can get through the next 3 days without a hitch, and hopefully it will get better from there.
OOH! HE’S BACK! Sorry, I’m outta here!
