On Thursday I spent the evening visiting teaching. I left the kids, including Clarissa, home with two babysitters just to see if Clarissa would be okay with me gone. She has never been with anybody but Abe and me because we never want my mom to get physically stuck with her (it’s hard for my mom to move when holding Clarissa). Clarissa did not do well. When I came home between visits, I could hear her on the street–through the closed door and closed windows.
I whisked her with me to my second visit. It was sobering thinking that we would have to leave her soon. I worried about how she would do and if she would be emotionally scarred, not to mention if my milk supply would get permanently damaged from the separation.
