I left bubba today. For 20 minutes. With my mum.

We were visiting my mum and I was talking to her about bubba’s colic/reflux/general issues with her digestive system, so mum suggested I walk up to her local pharmacy and have a chat to them. Alone. Was she serious? Leave my bubba? For real?

Apparently she was. So I stepped tentatively out her front door. Then I turned back to give bubba another kiss and cuddle. Then I hung around chatting to mum about random things for another 5 minutes. Stalling? Maybe. Okay, definitely.

Then I walked out the door again … and it closed behind me. The moment it did a hot tear escaped from my tear ducts. Followed by another, then all of its friends and cousins. I cried the whole way to the pharmacy (all of a 5 minute walk). Once at the pharmacy, I had to stop outside for a moment to collect myself. As soon as I opened my mouth to talk to the pharmacist, I felt that familiar tightening in my chest and knew my bottom lip was shaking.

Apparently being apart from bubba and having to talk about her pain to a stranger is tricky to do. Really, really tricky. The pharmacist was lovely – I imagine this is a familiar scenario with first time hormonal, tired mummas! With another magic potion in hand, I left the pharmacy and practically ran home to my mum’s.

Bubba seemed oblivious to the fact I’d been gone for 19 minutes. I felt every second of it. And I’m not keen to do it again for quite some time.