Please give me some hope that this will all work out. That Jackson won't forget me. That I'll make it through the day and still have something leftover for him. I desperately want to be one of those people who looks on the "bright" side, but sadly I'm not. Right now I'm sad and angry that I have to leave my child and sorry, no amount of positive thinking is going to make this any easier. I am so envious of other moms who get to stay home and enjoy all of the firsts. They actually get to raise their kids instead of dumping them off on other people to do it for them. I am not looking forward to leaving Jackson and I am definitely not looking forward to returning to a job full of stress, pressure, and criticism. I need some hope to get me through this but so far there's nothing on the horizon.