In a little less than 2 weeks, I would have to hand over my second son to the able hands of the staff at the kindergarten. In a little less than 2 weeks, I would not be the one who will be answering my son's cries during the day. All because in a little less than 2 weeks, I will be ending my maternity leave.

I have gone through this before. The pros far outweighs the cons. He will be with his older brother. He will be in good hands. Just imagine how his face lights up every time other babies or kids are around.

None of the above facts can erase the sadness that permeates my soul. None of those arguments can stop the depression as I prepare myself to say goodbye to being with my 7-month old baby 24/7.

Yes, I did have a choice in the matter. None of the options I faced, though, included staying home with my son.

It's a decision based on both my and my son's needs. I must admit that if I was the lone decision maker, I would have opted to stay home longer. However, my husband's pragmatic views and arguments have all trumped mine. He won hands down.

Honestly, I am also glad that I will be back in the corporate world. However, the feeling of guilt and sadness is far greater.