Well, the time for me to join the work force again has officially arrived. Though I was not looking forward to parting days with Lilla (our morning couch snuggle sessions, neighborhood jaunts, Chestnut window shopping excursions and mommy & daughter playtime), getting back to my work life has been good. Nice to see and work with friends again and to have something more to do than change poopy diapers. Don’t get me wrong though. I think about that little monkey all day long.
And though I knew becoming a parent was hard, becoming a working mom is even harder. I think I have about 2-3 hours a day where something is not planned out. I wake up at 5:45 only to snooze until 6am, get myself ready in hopes that Lilla sleeps a little longer, then I feed her, get her ready and then off to daycare then off to work. And then from work I take the bus home, pick up Lilla before DC closes and then home for a few precious hours before she goes to bed. At which I also long for bed but thanks to the joys of breastfeeding have to pump. Needless to say I have an entire newfound respect for working mothers.
I’m not going to lie, day 1 was a tough one. The guilt definitely set in as I dropped her off at DayCare. And even though she’s only 3.5 months old, I felt like she passed me a look of contention that said I had given up on her. I’m thinking it’s a case of the back-to-work blues that moms go through though and hopefully it’ll pass. Though I’ve heard I’ll always have a little bit of nagging guilt.
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