I can't believe it's been almost a month since have been back at work. I
guess lack of sleep will blend weeks and weeks together to form one big
blob of I don't know what.
I don't think I was fully prepared for how hard it would be to go
back to work full time. And if I could press rewind and start all over I
wouldn't do it cold turkey. I would start slowly, couple days here and
there. Get my feet wet until I was fully submerged and it no longer felt
like it was shocking my system. But that's just me.
Week two was the hardest. Most people thinks it's probably week one,
but no, it's definitely week two that really takes a toll. See,
during week one your still high on showing off those baby pics and
wearing clothes without spit up or poop for entire days. Sure, leaving
your little bug is painfully hard. It doesn't feel natural at all, but
week two is when it gets really really hard. I guess because it's final.
You just think to yourself, wait, this isn't going to change, every day
I will leave him and be here in this office - Every. Single. Day! Its daunting, and seriously hard to swallow.
I know it's easy to say "then quit
and stay at home" well for most, the number one reason why that's out of
the question is it's just financially not feasible, but for others, being home all day doesn't feel quite right either. It's like,
when I'm home all day I feel lost and alone, and all sorts of weird. I
also felt like I couldn't be the best mom I could be without the other
part of me, the work me. But being at the office also feels all sorts of
weird. Like something is missing. There's a giant hole right smack in
the middle of my chest every day all day. I guess most women probably
battle this internal fight. Your nurturing maternal side vs your strong
independent woman side. It plain old sucks.
Then there is the pumping
and breast feeding juggling act you have to throw in the mix! Nature
naturally fills you up with these happy little endorphins when you
breast feed so that you'll grow to like it and look forward to it. It's pleasurable in a way that's really hard to put into words (after you get past that god awful painful first month). To
watch my son be nurtured directly through me is just an incredible feeling
that I wish upon every women. Its empowering, reassuring, and just feels so right. But then reality and modern life has to go and
screw it all up by making women go back to work 12 weeks later! So we buy these shmancy gadgets called "breast pumps" to come and replace your
little babe and suck the milk out of you a few times a day. It's awful.
It's painful and it's stressful squeezing in the time, trying not to rush,
making sure you fully empty your breasts, and the big one; hoping against all hope
that you are providing enough to feed your babe. I totally get why women
give up. It's hard! I won't even get into my bouts of mastitis, milk
blisters, and oversupply cause the list goes on.
Regardless of how
sleepy I am, how sore I am, how stressed I am, I will continue to give
it my all for as long as my body will allow me, because I know one day
when he's big enough to ask me about his early days I will sigh and
dream of this wild and exciting but very short time in his life. The good, the bad, the ugly. I'm
embracing all of it because for me this is mommy hood, a new exciting
adventure and I wouldn't wish for it any other way. I hope all you new
Mammas, and Mammas to be feel as incredible as I do in your new roles. No
matter if it's full time mommy, or working mommy, whatever mommy you choose to be is the one that will fit perfectly.