It's 11:45 p.m. right now. It's been 9.5 hours since I last saw my baby.

That's more than twice as long as I've ever been away from him in his whole life.

What's he doing? Is he sleeping? Is he keeping Daddy awake for some reason? Is he hungry? Cold? Warm? In need of a diaper change? Smiling?

I miss his little baby smell and the feel of the soft hair on his little head.

I swear I'm happy to be back at work, but I'm just having a rough time here toward the end of my first long night.

*Sigh*