The nanny telling us that SB is “always a little sad” after we’ve left.
Coming to pick up SB and she’s tired in my arms but beams at the nanny.
Being home and SB is not. In the beginning I had a really hard time with this, probably a reminder of how quiet the house was after we came back from the hospital without A&C. It’s better now.
Recently I had to work late and H was processing photos while watching SB – who burst into tears upon seeing a picture of me.