I went away on my first business trip this week. A quick jaunt to marvelous Montreal. Actually, more like a whirlwind two day trip that went something like this: airport – office – hotel bed- office – airport. We did squeeze in one meeting on a patio just so we could say we saw more of Montreal than the inside of an airport taxi.

This was my very first separation from Cy. I have never been away from him. Not longer than a few hours really. And I had no idea what to expect.

I have to be honest, I was a little excited about it. Even though it was for work, the idea of getting away for a few days was appealing. No sudden middle of the night teething crankiness, no last minute grocery errands to run, no cleaning to do, no meals to prepare, and a 400-thread count sheet-covered king size bed and 4 perfectly fluffed pillows all to myself..well, suddenly the idea of staying up till 10pm working on punny ads seemed worth it.

Frankly, I don’t think Cy noticed I was gone. He had his Uncle Ant wrapped around his finger, teaching him how to rub his belly. Da da was there too, ready to whisk him away to his usual bath time wonderland before bed. The fact that someone else served him his bottle and heated up his din-din, well, details shmetails.

I, of course, missed him like crazy. I proudly showed off my iPhoto library the first chance I got, and talked at length about all the cute things Cy does to anyone and everyone who would listen. They would laugh and say something in french – no idea what but probably something along the lines of ‘this woman is crazy.’ I had some trouble concentrating on my work at times because I would drift off wondering what my little Cy guy was up to. (I even cried a little on the plane, but don’t tell anyone.) In the end, we both survived.

And seeing the huge smile across his face when he saw me the next morning was, well, super fantastique!