Dropped the little guy off for a few hours at daycare again today while I went to the gym, got the tires rotated and did a few other errands. It was hard enough to leave him there..I know that they take good care of him (although fed him both bottles - I can't believe he was THAT hungry!), but it's still hard. I'm glad that I'm doing a few days here and there to get used to the feeling (and so I can cry in my car by myself instead of in a bathroom at work).
But, seriously, when I pick him up and he's laying there...and he coos and smiles when he sees me? It broke my heart that I left him.