I think it is very unnatural for a mother to leave her babies. Saturday was supposed to be a day of rest and relaxation. In reality, it was a day of fretting and worrying.
As I packed up the kids to go to C's house, I felt very uneasy. When we arrived on their doorstep, I felt a little panicky. As we drove away from their house without our babies, I felt sad. It was really tough leaving my children in someone else's care.
After about 20 minutes of near constant worrying, I began to let go (a little). C would call if anything was wrong with Porgie and Izzy. I trust her and her husband wholeheartedly. They are really nice people, and I am lucky to know them.
John and I went out to lunch at a very nice Italian restaurant, where I talked about the babies constantly. Then we headed over to CompUSA and purchased a new camera to take fancy pictures of my babies. And then I was done. I wanted to go get my babies.
When we arrived back at C's house, Izzy was sleeping and Porgie was happily dancing around their playroom. I guess I did all that worrying for nothing. But it sure felt good to have my babies in my arms again.