Mommy’s home

I made it until 2pm, and couldn’t stand to wait another second.  I had to call Bill and see how the morning went with me gone.  Mia had had a rough night, and had acted like her throat was hurting, so heading off to my first day of work was stressful.

Me:  Hi hon.  I just have a second, but wanted to see how the kids did this morning.

Bill:  Everyone did great.  How is work?

Me:  Well, we started an induction on someone at 7, and she delivered at 10.  It reminded me of those stories you hear about the women out picking cotton….they squat down, have the baby, and continue on picking cotton.  Very surreal and cool. 

Bill:  I have never heard stories like that.  Why are you talking about cotton?

Me:  Whatevah. I’ll talk to you about it later.   How is Mia?  Did her throat hurt when she woke up?

Bill:  Well, she woke up, looked at me and said “Where’s my mommy?”

Tears sprung to my eyes, I ripped my shirt in half, threw dirt on myself and started screaming “Ey, ey ey, ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey…..

Me:  Gee thanks.  Hang on for a second while I slit my wrist.”

Bill:  Can I finish?  She said that, and then I told her you were at work and she said “Well, let’s wake up the boys!”

Me:  Wow….. I can’t decide now which is worse…..her missing me or not missing me!”

When I came home, I slipped in the back door to quickly change (dirty scrubs are not allowed near my kids) before anyone knew I was home. Then Cory discovered me and said “Mommys home!!!”  Mia, still damp and nekkid from her bath, came running out of the bathroom to the back door, only to discover I was not there. She burst out crying, and I came from our room and scooped her up. 

It was the kind of hug I will never forget.  Like someone had removed a part of me, and now I was whole again.