Working Mom - Day 2

Everyone at work kept asking how I was doing. All day, I said it wasn't as bad as I thought. I told them I haven't cried and I'm not too tired.

Fast forward to yesterday (day 2) in the afternoon
I just left a meeting at 4 and was on my way back to my desk to pack up and go home. I passed my boss and she said there was a meeting that we weren't originally invited to that was pretty important. I felt like I should be there so I ran over to the conference room. It was important, so I'm glad I was there, but I kept staring at the clock. I was thinking if I leave by 5, I'll be fine and I'll be home in time to feed the baby. The meeting was supposed to end at 4:30, but everyone kept talking. I figured I was fine and was out of the office by 5. But then there was traffic...lots of it. I forgot how bad it was when I left the office at 5. I was hurrying to get home and doing my usual Chicago-style driving.

When I walked in the door, there was my little man in my husband's arms with a smile on his face. But why was he smiling? He's usually cranky and hungry at 5:45. He just had a bottle. Crap. I guess I didn't make it clear that by feeding him a bottle, I still have to pump and that means I only got to breastfeed once the entire day. I was hurrying around to try to make dinner, find time to pump, clean the litter box, get bottles ready, get packed for tomorrow, and keep the baby occupied. I was feeling super overwhelmed and the migraine didn't help.

As I got Connor in his pajamas, I started to cry. This is what I thought it would be like. Overwhelming, stressful, etc. By the time I got everything done, I was already an hour past when I needed to pump. Connor was super tired and needed to be in bed by 6:30. My migraine was raging. I ended up pumping once instead of twice and going to bed at 7:45.

So day 2 - not so good once I got home. But for day 3, I started out with some migraine medicine when I woke up, so hopefully, it will be a little better.

Working Mom - Day 1

Well, I made it. I have 12 minutes left of my work day and I'm still alive.

I shed a couple tears on the way out the door as we packed up the car, but I was fine the rest of the day. Oh wait, when the daycare left a voicemail saying Connor was doing good, I started to get choked up too. But no tears!

The first part of the day seemed like it went by slowly, but it was nice to count down the hours after lunch. I was able to escape for pumping without too much trouble, but it does get in the way when you're in the middle of something. It was actually a nice break so it wasn't as horrible as I thought.

Everyone at work has been supportive so far which is really nice. I came in to find this on my computer : ) I can't help but smile every time I see it!I can't wait to see my baby smile in just a little bit!

Week 11 and the end of SAHM

The 11th week of your life is a big one for me because it's my last week of maternity leave. I'll officially be a working mom on the day you turn 12 weeks old. This week, I really tried to treasure every minute that we had together.

We spent a lot of time playing this week and introducing you to some of your toys I've been saving. You're moving so much that it's getting harder to get good photos of you! They're all blurry!

I love the smile!

The squeaker on Sophie scared you a little, so we'll put that one back for awhile...

I had a few crafts to finish up this week, so you hung out on the yellow blanket in the craft room.

Your left hand! How funny that you found your left hand when your left-handed Mommy was working on crafts!

Showing off your new discovery!

This week, we met up with our new mom group at Potbelly. It was great to meet some new moms and babies AND a new addition that's younger than you! It was weird seeing a baby that was smaller than you and really makes me see how much you've grown. Anyway, we took over a few huge tables in the middle of the restaurant and attracted quite a lot of attention. I'm really going to miss these outings and meeting so many other nice people.

By Friday, I was starting to get sad as it got more real that we only had a few days left together. I took tons of pictures of you while we snuggled in bed.

You fell asleep in my "spot."

One of the other big things we did this week was your first big boy bath & shower! I don't have any photos, but we had a really fun time. I filled up our bath tub with a few inches of water and we both got in. You absolutely loved getting water poured on you and floating while I held you. On Sunday, you took a shower with Daddy! I don't think you enjoyed it as much, but as usual, you loved getting dried off and snuggling in your towel.

I promised I wouldn't turn this post into a sob fest, so I'm ending here. I love you.