Tonight we're going out for dinner. That's my parents, Albert and me - not the girls. We're leaving them with my mother-in-law. It's the first time they'll be without me since they were born - or should I say the first time I'll be without them, coz they probably wont even notice! I have no doubt in my mind that my mother-in-law will take great care of them and they'll be just fine, but I'm soooo worried about leaving them. As we leave her house and I kiss my girls goodbye I have to focus not to cry. Gosh, how pathetic, I don't want to be the kind of mother who can't leave her girls!! But they're only 11 days old, will they be OK without their mother???
Luckily, as soon as I feel Albert's hand in mine and we're out on the street on our way to the restaurant I feel better. We have a wonderful evening and when we pick up the girls a few hours later they are just as beautiful and healthy as when we left them. And once again I'm proud of myself, this time for having parted with my girls for a few hours. So I'm not one of those moms who can't leave her children and have a life without them for a few hours!