Being apart for the first time

It has been a week since I was separated from my son. His father took him back to the States with him. Two months ago,I came home with my son just to visit family and relax. My son was supposed to stay with me until the end of our three months “holidays”. However, after more than a month away from his son, my husband felt that he needed to come down and visit him. And after spending some days with him, he felt like he had to take him back with him. It seems he missed him more than he thought he would.
At first, I was not for this change of plan. The reason was simple: Little Prince was always with me and I could not see myself being separated from him. Moreover, I was the principal care giver, so how on earth my hubby would manage taking care of him and working, without any help? Then, it hit me: if his father wanted to take care of Little Prince alone, why not let him try? Only then, would he understand how hard it is for me to take care of the baby. Moreover, with the baby gone, I could focus on resting and doing things I wanted to do but could not because of him.
So both hubby and baby left a week ago. Little Prince was so happy when he was leaving. He was saying that he was going back to Houston, that he would take the plane. He was so excited because he loves planes. I wondered if he truly understood the meaning of leaving me. Did he get that he would not see me for a month at least?
After a week, it seems that things are fine. According to his father who gives me news, he is settling in his life back in Houston. He is even attending a new day care. And Little Prince is spending quality time with his father at the pool or the park. He does not even ask about me.
As for myself, I am feeling fine. I thought that I might fall apart because it is the first time that I have been separated from Baby Boy. Since his birth I have not spend 24 hours away from him. Whenever he or I would go, at the end of the day, we would be together again. My life revolved around this little man. We would do everything together: sleep together, shower together, eat together, and play together. Therefore I was certain that I would miss his presence.
I do miss him. It is hard for me to go to bed early because I apprehend sleeping alone. I feel a bit sad when I look at his pictures. However, I am not dying of not seeing him. I may be bored because I do not have any activities. But I am doing fine.
It has only been a week, you would say. Maybe things would be different after a week or so. I may die of loneliness or cry myself to sleep. But I do not think so.
Overall, I am happy because this separation has taught me two things: that my Boy is stronger than I thought, and that I was stronger than I thought.