Going back to work after 12 weeks of maternity leave was probably the most difficult thing I have ever had to do. For multiple reasons. After spending 24 hours per day, 7 days a week with Stella, leaving her seriously broke my heart. Yes, it can be a tough job, but it is honestly the best one I have ever had. Period. When I went back to work, she had just developed such a fun little personality and definite likes/dislikes. I thoroughly enjoyed figuring out what made her giggle with delight! There is absolutely nothing more beautiful and more rewarding than seeing her smile. Best.thing.ever. So yeah. That sucked.
When she sleeps, this is how she likes to do it... |
I also hated having someone other than her father and me care for her. Or anyone outside of our family for that matter. It still sort of makes me sick to my stomach when I think of someone else feeding her and changing her diapers (although I have changed one poop diaper in the last week... So I guess there's one upside.) At least when I pick her up I do feel like she is well-cared for, and the smile she gives when she sees me makes me forget about everything. I also take solace in knowing that most days, she doesn't make her way to daycare until the afternoon, so she's not spending 40+ hours per week under the care and supervision of someone else.
Then, there is the fatigue. Holy smokes. I thought I was tired when I was pregnant. I also thought I was tired right after Stella was born. But this is a whole new ball of wax - working 8+ hours per day running all over the hospital, then picking Stella up from daycare and keeping her entertained until bed time, and then attempting to keep up with housework after she goes to bed (ie washing bottles/pump parts, doing laundry so we all have clean shirts to wear, and hopefully transferring dinner dishes from the sink to the dishwasher if we are lucky.... and yes, if you're thinking that "la casa de Hawk must be a pigsty," you would be correct.) is tough stuff. If I'm lucky, I'm in bed by 11:00pm. This week, Stella has been waking up around 2:00am to eat. And then staying up. When she stays up, Mom stays up. By 5:00am, it's time to feed again. After, I hop in the shower, get ready (I've yet to have adequate time to blowdry and straighten my hair - air dry it is!), pump, and then I'm out the door for work. Annnnd hit the repeat button. Life is even a little more challenging when Bryce works the evening shift. So, if I haven't been good at returning texts/e-mails/phonecalls the last couple weeks, please forgive me. I'm still trying to adjust to my new schedule. And I'm tired.
A common site at 5:00am... Highly variable in whether it's Mom or Dad with her... |
However, two weeks in (seriously, I've been back to work for two weeks?!) and things are getting better every day. I'm functioning better on little sleep, I don't cry when I think about her being at daycare, we organically developed a nice little routine for our days, I don't have to change nearly as many blowout diapers, and, no matter how good or bad my day at work is, I get to return home to little Miss Stella and her sweet little smile. So yeah. That's pretty awesome. :)