My poor baby. She’s such a happy little sucker…until I walk out of the room. With me, she cries so little, and is usually smiling, laughing, cooing, and happy. She has such a hard time with other people. But she’s getting better, or so we thought.

So, I figured we’d be ok leaving her with my mother-in-law, who watches her the two days I work…NO. My hubby and I went out for just two hours to get pizza – our first “date” since she was born – and my poor baby cried for 45 minutes straight for my in-law’s before crashing out of sheer exhaustion and misery. My hubby and I were in the car headed home when his cell rang, and we knew it had to be something like that. What a wretched feeling. And we’d had a darn good time, too!

As soon as she saw me, she snuggled into my neck and closed her little hand around my fingers. It was so sad! So, I gave her extra cuddles before bed, and she’ll sleep with us tonight…but my poor girl. Good lord, parenting is filled with guilt!