Megan Pettit shares stories from a new mom
Daddy is officially my son’s favourite parent. I knew it was coming. I saw the signs. We can both make Jr. laugh, but it’s Daddy who usually gets the I’m-laughing-but-I’m-not-making-a-sound-just-shaking-because-it’s-so-funny laughs while I usually get the pity tee-hees. We can both rock our son to sleep at night, but it’s usually Daddy’s rocking that takes Jr. to Zzz town. I was coming to terms with all of this, but what happened last week was too much for my heart to bare.
After spending a weekend tearing up our basement and only getting to see my son for two hours or less a day during the week, I realised I needed to take some time off school to be with my family. It was getting hard to focus on respiratory pathologies when all I could think about were fish kisses from my lil’ man. And different kinds of kisses from my big man. I decided to stay home from school for a few days so my family could enjoy my company, and my classmates could enjoy some time away from me.
