Going back to work
Hello all,
So I thought it would be a ‘fun’ idea to talk about how hard
it is going back to work after having become a mummy. I remember spending such
lovely (but tiring, absolutely tear jerking) time at home for the first six
months after giving birth to my scrunchy nosed little ninja (princess at this
point.) I had originally planned to take
at least nine months off but was offered a kind of gradual ease in back to work
after six months which worked really well for me. After six months I was quite
nervous about returning to work as I knew things would have changed slightly
and I would have to get used to the new things even though the old things
suited me just fine! So the weekend arrives before the first day back (which is
the following Monday) and I start to get that butterfly feeling and not because
I’m nervous, no, I’m actually excited, yes truly excited at the thought that I
might be able to crawl under my desk and have a nap! This is one of those
things you should never feel guilty for if you’ve had children as they tend to
suck the ability to eat and sleep in a regular pattern right out of you.
By this point I’m a strong woman who can absolutely handle
going back to work, I’ve had some lovely quality time with my gorgeous baby who
is now six months old (teething, mardy wanting to eat the spoon her food is fed
on and the most fidgety ‘I just want to be into everything’ little human
being). I get to the point where I’m ready to drop her off at the nursery she
will be spending every
day without me in the week (I’m fine I’m really fine!) and
I’m talking to her and we are giggling and I take her in where I have already
met the lovely staff that work there and…..I freeze….nope…I can’t do it! I can’t
leave my little girl with these strangers! I can’t just walk away from this
little bundle of joy I have nursed every day for the last six months (not to
mention carried the previous nine months). So I have a complete break down
there and then and I remember saying to myself how the hell am I going to cope
without her. She on the other hand was fine still giggling away at her daft
mummy who’s make up was now streaky for her first day back at work. The staff
there were absolutely brilliant and reassured me that she is fine and also
spoke to me about not having any worries but it is always harder for the
parents than the children, yep not bloody kidding. So I get myself together,
touch up my streaky face and leave her with these lovely ladies and head to work
for the first time in over six months.
I’m doing ok making my way and I’ve managed to stop the
tears thinking I will be seeing her in a few hours, they have my number she’s
fine and I’m going to have lots to do to keep me busy. Then driving around, a
corner I hit half a brick in the middle of the road and I get a flat tyre!!! As
if! But by this point I’m so determined to get to work I set about ‘fixing’
this myself which I have seen my hubby do a few times. How hard can it be? Well
it was a challenge but I only went and did it! Yep I actually changed my first
flat tyre and with no help, in work attire making me a little late, but I did
not care ‘cos I changed a tyre! Ha ha! So I turned up to work looking like I
had been dipped in an oil bucket but with make-up still intact set about my day
knowing if I can get through leaving my little girl, I can get through
ANYTHING!
Thanks for reading my absolute lovelies.
Big hugz
xxxx