Truthfully, I'm really not even a little bit excited. Truthfully, I feel like somebody else will be raising my kid. And truthfully... that sucks.
Sure, scrubs are like pajamas and wearing pajamas to work rocks, but that's the only happy I can find today.
I know it'll get better with time. I know we'll all get into a routine and this will become another new normal. I know this is required right now and this is happening for a reason. I know Ben will brighten otherwise mundane days for everybody he flashes his smile at and I know it's a good opportunity.
But, Mama to Mama... this is hard.