Ok maybe the title is a little extreme, but last night was the first night I stayed away from Carson. Jeff's sick (i'll probably write about that later on) so he stayed home with Carson while Carrie, Rob and I headed to the ScotiaBank Place to watch the Sens (lose to the Ducks... BOO!). Let's just say a few too many drinks were had and I stayed at their place. We got home around midnight and I woke up every half hour (no word of a lie) and had horrible dreams that Jeff and Carson were gone, that Carson was sick, I'd hear him crying in my dreams... brutal. Finally at 5:30 I bolted out of bed and rushed home (picking up a coffee at Tim's for Jeff).
Carson was still sleeping, at 6:30 he woke up and I was so happy to see him. However, Jeff gave me the thumbs up to go back to bed so I slept for an hour and woke up to a fussy little baby. He wasn't happy doing anything. I cuddled him, gave him a bottle and put him to bed and he's still sleeping. Poor guy is just a tad off these days. But as I've learnt, it's always just a phase and it will pass - I don't get frusterated anymore, my heart just goes out to him because he's not happy.
At least I have the "first night away" under my belt.