I went back to work yesterday. So far, so good. Poor Michael went to daycare last week for a few "test days" of a few hours each, and ended up with a stomach virus and a cold. Ick. You know, this time around I'm trying not to worry too much about him (and Megan) getting sick. I worried with Megan, and it certainly didn't stop her! Just gotta take each thing as it comes...
Being back at work definitely makes for a very. very long day. But we'll be back in the routine eventually. And then, once we have the routine figured out, it will change again!
Michael is doing better at night. He had a few nights of sleeping from 8 a.m. until 4 or 5 a.m., which was amazing. He's had plenty of off nights too, but I'm encouraged by the good nights and feeling like there is a light at the end of the sleeping tunnel...
We had a really lovely Easter day (not that we celebrate Easter, but it just happened to be Easter Sunday). P.C. took the WHOLE day and night off--highly unusual during baseball season! First, we had breakfast at IHOP (where this nice Jewish girl forgot it was Passover and ate pancakes). We went to the Encino baseball fields, and Megan and P.C. ran the bases while I fed Michael a bottle in the stands and cheered. Then we went to a party at Gillian's house, and Megan had a blast playing and looking for eggs.

Tonight, when I was rocking Megan, we were kissing each other's cheeks, and she took my face in her hands, turned my cheek, and kissed it. I can't even describe the gratitude I felt at that moment. To be rocking my 20-month-old baby, who was only a dream a few years ago, and to have her show such sweet affection, was totally overwhelming. I know there have been and will continue to be days that test my patience and confidence as a mom, but tonight, it felt so completely satisfying. And Michael is smiling and cooing like crazy. He's another miracle, too. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.