Yesterday was my first day back from Maternity Leave. I had been preparing for two weeks in order to calm my emotions in regards to leaving my baby at home with my sister in law while I go to work for 8 hours. I changed my schedule where now I leave at the butt crack of dawn - meaning that I leave my house AND get to work and the sun STILL isn't up. I do that so that way I can get home to my baby as early as I can.
Do you understand how hard it is for a person like myself, who is NOT a morning person to not only get up early but to get out of the bed, get dressed in the dark and be as quiet as can be to get to the office to start working for 8 hours straight?
Yesterday, I did it with such energy - this morning ... a bit of a struggle.
I can only hope that it will get a lot easier.
I think that I did pretty good. Of course I think about my baby all the day, but I didn't (at least I don't think that I did) bother my coworkers too bad with pictures and stories of my Gracie.
I pushed through the day unpacking my office boxes that I didnt touch before I left the office on Maternity leave, which was a good thing because luckily I got all new cases. So instead of coming back immediately to a caseload of 112, I am gradually being worked in and now only have 21 offenders that I am responsible for.
When the clock struck, I was out of there as fast as I can. That work fatigue hit me as I was nearing my house to the point where I missed my own exit. I needed a nap. But no naps to be had, my baby was waiting for me... or so I thought. Gracie was sleep - not thinking nothing about mommy being home. She had just eaten and been changed and was down for one of her many naps.
When she woke up, she smiled real quick and then went on about her looking around- I laughed at myself as I thought, she is too young to even express that she misses her mommy. I guess its a little too early to want some grand welcome from my daughter when I come home from work.
I was just happy that once she woke up, she wanted to be chatty cathy and was baby talking her little heart out. I asked her how her day was and she was just yapping away - and I loved every minute of it. I was just happy to be able to feed her and burp her. We did tummy time and then she fell back asleep. My boo had a great day and so did mommy. I did it. I survived - I made it.
Its absolutely emotionally hard for working moms to return to work.