Darren totally nailed it while I was away. Harper adjusted to her bottle-not-boob schedule after work and she slept like a champ and was happy as can be. This is a huge relief considering she really likes to have her primary milk source around in the evenings. Here's a snapshot of the updates I got of our rosy cheeked girl:
He also had some visits from some of our nearest and dearest, who provided some extra hands and company (Graham & Kelli, you need to teach us how to pose for family pictures!)
We thought it would be too confusing for her this time around to FaceTime with me, but I did get some fantastic videos:
Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, my trip was great in many ways - fascinating, meaningful work; chances to catch up with friends I haven't seen in years; and an evening roaming Paris (where, incidentally, it doesn't get dark until 10:00 pm).
Not to mention the super fancy hotel, with this view out my window:
All in all, it was a very good reminder that I'm so lucky to get to do what I do. The moments of quiet, though, when I wasn't busy working or power walking the city, were tough. I missed this girl so intensely. The flights felt too long and the nights felt too quiet.
I leave again tomorrow, which feels like way too much right now. I'm telling myself to take it one day at a time and I'll be back before I know it.