My first childcare leave

Today I took my first childcare leave. Izzul was sick over the weekend and continue to throw up last night, leaving us looking like zombies on Monday morning. Neither of us were ready to go back to work, so we took the day off.
I am full 8 months now and Izzul is getting more 'manja' by the minute. I'm not kidding. By the minute. Not in a spoilt way but in the most adorable manner. He would snuggle up beside me suddenly while watching tv or when his milking. Or he would take a break from playing his toys and come up to me and look at me giving me his silliest grin that would make the skin beside his eyes wrinkle so bad.
He still can't talk right now, but I really don't mind. It is really cute to see him babbling gibberish and at the same time looking so ernest hoping that we can understand him.
I remembered complaining a few months back, how tiring it is to keep up with Izzul then. Looking back, he has toned down with his mischievous ways and listens to instruction and heed our naggings even. It could be that he can understand us better now.
Secondly,maybe he knows that we weren't kidding when we say we will hit him if he is naughty. For what it's worth, it is not only him that is feeling scared of being loved less with the new arrival. I am too. I don't want to love Izzul any less. But could I? Can I promise I won't neglect him AT ALL? Yes, indeed I am scared.

Love,
Mummy Mas