The final post of answers to questions is like an albatross around my neck. Not a bad one, though! More like a totally cute designer albatross that I was secretly hoping for, received and then had no time to take it to the tailor for a fitting. My other issue is that I'm so long-winded -- in person and in writing -- that I can't keep my answers short. Each response could be a post in itself.
Someday I'll finish, and it'll be glorious.
I've been busy soaking up all my time with Em as my maternity leave comes to an end tomorrow. It's been such a fast 4 1/2 months, yet I can't remember what it was like without her.
I'm ready, I think.
And I feel really good about our daycare situation, despite some hiccups and a last-minute switch. (More on that in an upcoming post.)
We did a daycare warm-up last week. On Tuesday my plan had been to hang out there with her, just to let Em know that Mommy was totally happy there so she should be, too. Epic fail. I sort of stood back while the daycare provider played with Em. My baby girl was pissed that I was there and not playing with her. I've never heard her cry so hard. Talking SOBS here, people. I put on a happy face, but it was tough. Wednesday-Friday she hung out there a few hours each day, sans Mommy, to get used to the daycare provider while I ran errands. Much, much better. She was happy and seemed to be adjusting nicely. Took bottles with no issue, and gave me big beaming smiles upon my arrival.
I won't lie - I've shed some tears, including some just before I started this post when I received two really sweet emails from two really sweet friends wishing me luck for my return to the workforce.
It's tough to think about someone else spending their days with our sweet girl. But it's what has to happen at this point in time. I need to work, and I do want to work (sorta). As always, I'm optimistic. She'll be just fine, as will I.
"I give you a simple, managerial suggestion and get back the second half of a Judy Blume novel." - Jack, 30 Rock
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