One Month

This week marks Isabella's first complete month at Tammy's day home.  And to celebrate, she didn't cry when I dropped her off.  This is a big deal.  Rob is normally the one to drop her off, and she hasn't cried for him for weeks, but when I try to leave she always wails and clings to me and says "no Mommy" over and over.  Of course, she settles down again within minutes of me being out of sight, but at least I know she likes me best.  Well, knew, anyway.  Today she gave me a hug and said "bye bye Mommy" very calmly.

Rob is thrilled.  His reasoning is that she has to be there all day anyway, so she may as well like it.  I'm not a monster, I want the same thing.  But I also want her to love me so much that she wants to be with me all the time.  Or at least is sad to see me go.

I know I'm being ridiculous.  I'm way too attached to my daughter.  I love her so much it hurts when I'm apart from her (I keep a picture of her at work so I can look at her all day; that helps a little).  Is that unhealthy?  Don't normal mothers enjoy a little time away from the needs of their children?  Maybe that's just because they didn't get Isabella; she's so completely adorable I'm sure if she was someone else's daughter, that mother wouldn't be able to resist her either.