I was just sitting at my desk proofreading pages for the Monday paper, and out of nowhere I suddenly smelled Noah's sweet baby scent.

It was that no-sweat-but-a-touch-of-formula-dried-in-his-neck-all-topped-off-with-baby-lotion smell, and my eyes teared up.

I'm four days into my first week back. I've seen him less each day this week; today, it was a total of about an hour and 10 minutes. And that includes the few minutes I spent each of the three times I snuck into his room and kissed his baby head while he slept.

It's at times like this I wonder if I'm doing the right thing.