2 months. As of yesterday, it’s been 2 months since I watched my baby splash in the tub. Which means it’s been 62 days since I’ve kissed him goodnite.
Today means it’s been 2 months since I held him; 61 days since I’ve seen his face. 61 days since I made him a bowl of oatmeal. 61 days since I’ve heard him laugh.
It’s been 25 days since I’ve used. I’ve gone to 22 NA meetings. In 7 days I’ll miss my sons first Xmas. In 22 days I’m going to miss his first birthday. In 23 days I start treatment for my addiction.
I know exactly how many days it’s been, and how many days until so many things, except for the most important.
I still don’t know how long until I can see my baby again. And that’s all I want right now. I understand that I can’t have full custody again yet, not until I’m totally clean and sober, but just to see him. To hold his hand, kiss his face; it’s been 61 days now, I just wish I knew how many more are left.