We had a big event this past week – the first night Giana and I were apart. In a word, it was sad.
Giana and Rafael dropped me off at the airport at 8 a.m. They went on to drop-in daycare and work, respectively. I jumped on planes and made my way to Philly for a work conference and social event. I brought a battery pack adapter and pumped in tiny airplane bathrooms.
Giana did okay at daycare…but she refused to eat. That made for a long evening with her papa. He entertained her with toys and a bath, but when I called at 9 p.m., she was ready to eat and go to bed. I heard her hungry cries over the phone when I called and I joined in the tears! He got her to bed in his arms and managed to get some sleep until 3 a.m.
Finally, at 5 a.m., Giana decided she would eat her bottle that her papa had been patiently offering to her. As day two started, my loves were really getting the hang of things. I was so happy to see both of their smiling faces waiting for me! In addition to smiling faces, my dear man was holding these for me:
As hard as it was for me to be away from my little girl, it was so good to see her with her papa. As her primary caregiver, I can take the little things for granted – like the way she smiles after a good meal or the giggles when her diaper is being changed. When I’m not around, Rafa got to experience all of it. I love to see my man in action as the amazing dad that he is.
Edited to add an amazing photo of Giana and her papa by the amazing Chelsey Paul:
