So I survived my first week back to work. Barely.
Monday was a holiday so I had a short week.
Tuesday I was working at a conference. I have to tell you, I had colleagues who told me I was ridiculous for attending a conference on my first day back. They also spoke of how horrible pumping is and doing it at a conference is highly unenjoyable. So imagine my pleasant surprise when I asked the hotel staff if they had a place for me to pump … and they gave me the keys to a room!! Definitely a nice treat.
Wednesday was a weird day. After surviving Tuesday I kind of had this sense that “ok …. I did it. I went back to work. I’m done now … right? Oh crap … you mean I have to go back again tomorrow?”
Wednesday-Friday I was in the office. I came back to a lovely welcome mom sign on my door and three (over the course of the week!) bouquets of flowers, candy and a nice card. Really very sweet.
That didn’t mean I didn’t miss my guy pretty much every moment. Or that I didn’t burst into tears whenever someone asked me how baby E was doing.
Having his pictures up in my office helped. But I still missed him. D and my family were really great about letting me have time with him at the end of the day.
He’s still not a fan of the bottle–hoping that gets better
Mommy guilt is something so cruel and horrible. Wed-Fri he started waking up early enough that I could say goodbye before heading out the door. So Thursday when he barely cracked a smile … my heart sank. Fortunately my smile was back Friday
Here’s a photo that I put up in my office of baby E (one of four).