Well, when I walked in the door several hours later, Lucie was crying her head off and Daddy had a bemused look on his face. He seemed to have handled it tolerably, but he said that she cried off and on all night. Anytime he tried to do a "Mommy thing" like feed her some peas, it was like she realized I wasn't around and just started crying again. So, he didn't really get her to eat much while I was gone. Needless to say, she was quite hungry by that point and very happy to see her Mommy!
In a strange way, I like it when my kids miss me. It makes me feel important. Needed. Loved. When I'm back home, it reaffirms that this is where I'm supposed to be.