After a full twelve weeks of maternity leave, I went back to work on Wednesday.
I'm pretty sure I only cried like three times. The first was when I was dropping the baby off at daycare, closely followed by the first time someone tried to talk to me when I got to the office. Don't worry; it was totally professional and not at all embarrassing.
The third time happened when I was talking to Sarah so it doesn't really bother me. She's used to it since she sees me cry on the regular about things like how badly I want a Dr. Pepper. You probably think I'm joking, but I can assure you that is a real thing that has really happened.
Anyway, the rest of the week went pretty well. I'm sort of in the best possible situation since I really do love my job and I'm leaving my baby with my best friend who I trust completely and is a fantastic mom*, but it's still hard. It's exciting to be able to start and finish a project without stopping to feed her or change her or get spit up on…but then I think about how someone else is feeding her and changing her and getting spit up on and I'm like awww…
So I guess the moral of this story is that being a mom is making me even weirder than I already was.
THE END
But not really! Here's a little postscript action for ya:
Carolina keeps waking up in the middle of the night crying because she accidentally rolled onto her side and can't figure out how to get down, or because she's inch-wormed her way into the corner of the crib and her head's all smushed up against the bumpers.
It happened this morning and Gary said something about her doing somersaults in there, so I was like, "Hey, maybe she'll be a gymnast! WAIT - do they ever let anyone do gymnastics in like really baggy sweats?"
*She also happens to be a professional photographer, which doesn't suck. If you're gonna leave your kid with someone, it might as well be someone who will send you glamour shots all day long.
Also she's the best cook I've ever met in real life. That doesn't really have anything to do with this except that this is my blog and I WILL SAY WHATEVER I WANT.
1 comment:
oh no! I didn't think you could get any weirder!!! Lol. don't worry, I'll love you anyway. I mean, I have to, right? Cause you are family and I don't really get a choice in the matter...
love you cuz,
Michelle lutz
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