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Working Mama: Update

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So, I’ve been back at work full-time for 2.5 days. Thursday, Friday, and now Monday. How has it been going? It’s interesting you should ask. Because I’ve just been trying to figure that out myself.

On the one hand, it’s going pretty well. Pretty well for me, that is. Well, pretty well for me in the professional sense. Emotionally, I’m a wreck. And hubby? Well, poor hubby has his hands full. Oh, and, of course, the baby! She’s been struggling, to say the least.

So, as I sit here, pumping in my designated “lactation space,” I can’t help but reflect on my new life as a working mom. Here’s how I feel it’s going so far.

All you working mamas out there, let me know if this sounds familiar, please! Am I (we–my family) alone in our struggles? AND, as always, any advice you can share is so appreciated.

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(Almost) Working Mama

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I’ve been back at work for a total of 12 hours. Twelve hours accumulated over three days spread out across a week and a half. It’s not a lot, I know. I’m transitioning back to work slowly. I’ll be going back full time in the beginning of May.

But, still! I hate being away from my baby. Twelve hours might as well be 12,000! The prospect of being gone ten hours a day, five days a week is weighing on me big time.

I’m not worried about how she’ll handle it. She has her daddy who will be staying home with her. She’ll be fine.

I’m worried about me!

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Hi-ho, Hi-ho, It’s Back to Work I Go

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Well, I’m starting back to work today after 8 weeks of maternity leave. I’m not going back full-time. I’m not even going back part-time, for that matter. I’m going back… let’s call it one-eighth time.

I’m easing myself in before going back full time in a couple weeks. And, even though it’s only for four hours, I’m dreading being away from my baby girl.

How do you workin’ mamas do it? I’m sure I’ll settle into a routine. And, it might even be nice being out of the house and having adult conversations again. But, for now, as I’m sitting here sipping my coffee and watching my baby girl play with her dad as they prepare for their first morning alone together, I’m sad.

On a positive note, isn’t she so adorable in her little “hangin’ with my daddy” onesie which is just perfect for the occasion?