Going back to work

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