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Once more into the breach, dear friends

Posted by Lissa on January 14, 2013

Good morning all! Well, the last thirteen weeks have positively flown by. In that time I’ve learned to exist on two-or-three hour chunks of sleep; that the diaper your spouse passed to you is inevitably The Poopiest Diaper EVER; that dealing with raw meat means you have to wait until your child has JUST begun to sleep, so that you have an uninterrupted twenty minutes at least; and that just when you think you’ve settled into a perfect routine, things change. I’ve also learned that there are times that you would pay someone a hundred dollars for just another fifteen minutes of sleep, but you happen to be the mother of the most wonderful, magical son ever, and he needs your boobs, so no more sleep for you!

Today is my first day back at Sunshine Financial. I’ve brought him to preschool for the last week to give us both practice with the transition. (He didn’t cry when I left him the first morning. I did.) I am phenomenally lucky that the preschool across the street from my office had an opening and is also a great facility; I have full confidence in their ability to take great care of him physically and also help him learn the social, emotional and cognitive skills he needs to succeed in life.

I’m nervous about returning to work. I know they’ve missed me and everyone is looking forward to my return; still, they’ve found ways to do without me, and we’ll all have to get used to my being back. I’m also nervous about my job performance. I take a lot of pride in being very good at what I do. I don’t know how much of my mind is going to be distracted with baby stuff, and how much it will affect my daily routine. I just don’t know. Oh, and trying to be discreet while pumping milk in one of our two bathrooms is going to be a joy.

So. Today is a day of transition. Commencement, perhaps? Whatever. The bottom line is that our son is beautiful, healthy, and ridiculously adorable, and he will be fine, and therefore I will be fine.


5 Responses to “Once more into the breach, dear friends”

  1. momiss said

    Right. After you get over the crying when you leave the baby part, working actually helped rebuild my confidence once I was back. I found peace in the sense of accomplishment I got, even if I only finished the filing. I could not find that same feeling at home very often simply due to the state of flux your home gets in after you have a baby. Take deep breaths and just take one thing at a time, you will be fine. And even if you are not, how wonderful that he is just across the street? That is a stroke of genius!!

  2. Wally said

    You have it sewn up, I know you do. Don’t sweat it and just let the pieces fit together. You will be kicking butt on both fronts – well, you probably already are by now !

  3. doubletrouble said

    Roight! //Cockney accent off//
    And what Wally said…

  4. guffaw1952 said

    Good Luck! And +1 on Wally.

  5. Jay G. said

    It has been over 11 1/2 years since I went through this, Lissa, and yet I know EXACTLY what you mean about daycare (I only got a week off from work though…). Don’t worry – he’ll be fine. You’ve GOT this.

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