I haven't really slept in three or four days (last night not at all) and even Josh was tossing and turning. But this morning at 5:30 we got up and started prepping. Three bottles, two meals, baggies of Veggie Booty and Cheerios and those organic handmade French teething biscuits. Two sheets, three changes of clothes, a stuffed kitty. We put on his little jeans and tee shirt and socks and the most adorable leather booties (it's not easy getting shoes onto feet as wide as they are long). The makework kept me from bawling (just this morning, though--didn't keep me from crying most of yesterday).
At 7:15am we had arrived. Been buzzed in and introduced to Miss Josie and Miss Linda and little Nathan who was working pretty hard on bits of toast. Dash looked confused but not unhappy while we were scrambling, trying to figure out how to i.d. his bottles and grub and clothes and sheets. Miss Josie asked if he liked to be rocked to sleep and that was a comfort to me. He'll be in arms today. Not mine and not Josh's and not Baba's. But arms are arms and kisses are kisses and I think it'll be ok.