Friday, 16 May 2014; One Year and Forty Six Days Old.
Today is the first day since going back to work that I’ve been late to pick Ayla up.
I knew it was going to happen at some point and surprisingly I wasn’t as stressed out about as I thought I might be, but it definitely didn’t sit right.
As my 2.30 knock off became 3.00, then 3.30, the 4.00 I could feel my anxiety rising.
I just kept reminding myself that Ayla doesn’t get picked up til 5.15 on Tuesdays when I have uni, and I kept pushing to the back of my mind that at least on those days Ayla goes to day care with the extra milk she needs to see her through.
Thankfully though when I arrived to collect my baby girl she seemed unconcerned, playing in a corner with a big box of blocks.
I cuddled her and kissed her and apologised for my lateness to which Ayla responded with a big, loud kiss on my neck.