Well, I’ve officially survived my first few days as a working mom. Wait, scratch that. All moms are working moms. Scratch that, all parents are working parents. I survived my first few days of working outside the home. How’s that?
The weekend leading up to it was t-o-u-g-h. I cried or fought back crying almost anytime I thought about going back to work. Then to add to it, Asa stayed up ALL night Saturday. He hadn’t done that since we were first getting to know each other back in May. Not sure why he did it. Maybe just for the memories?
2 weeks old and wide awake at midnight |
I was exhausted which only made me more emotional. Luckily for me (and everyone else in our house), Josh made me take a nap and go to bed early that night.
I woke up Monday at 5:30 with a heavy heart. It’s never been harder to get out of bed and it wasn’t because I was tired. I was heartbroken. Today was the day I would leave the kids and Asa and go back to a job that seemed like a distant memory. I was able to get everyone fed and ready for the day in time for me to leave at 7:30, but Asa woke up early crying and not having time to sit and comfort him made me feel even worse. I’ve never wished there were two of me more than in that moment.
My cousin Whitney (Asa’s honorary aunt) and her daughter are staying at our house during the day to care for Asa so I knew he would be in good hands. I kissed him goodbye and managed to make it all the way to the truck before I broke down crying. I sobbed half the way to work. A car changed lanes and almost hit me and it’s terrible, but my first thought was, Well if they hit me at least I can go back home. It was then I decided I should probably pray for some peace. I did and calmed down almost immediately.
Walking back into work felt like the first day back to school after summer vacation. The scenery was familiar, but I felt so out of the element that I’ve lived in the past three months.
While I was out, they moved my office kind of like how they did Milton in Office Space, but at least I wasn't in a storage closet.
The new office was stressful. The girls had done a lot, but I still needed to decorate and go through boxes of files and paperwork. In a way, it was good because it forced me to clean and organize, but I really wanted to jump in to work since I know next week will be my busiest work week of the year most likely. However, my printer and certain programs on my computer weren’t set up so I had nothing else to do anyway. I really enjoyed getting to talk with our new boss. I think she will be a good fit in our office even though I still miss my old boss like crazy. I lasted a whole 5 minutes before a coworker asked me if it was hard to leave Asa and I started crying again. I’m an equal opportunity crier so I got teary eyed anytime anyone asked me all morning, including our Vice President. I HATE crying at work, but everyone was so sweet and understanding.
Immediately, I put up new pictures of the kids and plenty of pictures of Asa all over my office and on my desktop. I felt overwhelming heartbreak for a few hours, but as I started helping students, it got easier. I realized lunch was coming up in about an hour and thought it would be nice to get to close my door and eat while watching something online, or I could work out, call a friend and meet at Chilis, endless possibilities that were pretty exciting after being home taking care of kids the last 3 months. However, as 12:00 came, all those desires were overridden with the need to hold my precious boy if only for a few minutes. So I came home, got to love on him, feed him and change a dirty diaper (nice of him to wait for me to be home..haha). He was doing just fine (way better than mommy) so I left with a happier heart for sure. My afternoon went much better. I had a meeting and not only was it fun to see coworker friends I’ve missed, but it was great to offer input and suggestions. I can’t explain why it felt so good but it did, probably because my problem solving skills have been used to break up fights and schedule kids events for the past three months so it was nice to be able to feel like I had something to offer in a work/adult environment. Not to mention I can't seem to remember anything at home without it being on my list so I was glad the work stuff just kinda came back naturally.
Getting home from work was great, but also tough. Josh is working a lot of overtime so he wasn’t hope yet. I so wanted to just sit and feed Asa, but I had to let Jaleigh do it so I could warm up food and make side dishes for everyone else to eat dinner. However, right after dinner, I didn’t put away the leftovers, clean up the mess or start the dishwasher like usual; I went and rocked Asa. We “talked” and laughed and just those few minutes made all the difference in the world. Everyone kept telling me how precious my evenings would be with Asa, but I was worried because of his colic that I would only get him when he was hurting and crying so it was nice for a few hours of my normal happy baby. He only fussed a little bit and went to sleep easier so I’m praying the colic is leaving. Good riddance. I’ll confess I’m not sure how I’ll find time to do all I have to do now that I’m back at work, but we’ll figure out what works. Josh is always so supportive and helpful even when he was working this summer and I was at home. (Single working parents are my new heroes by the way. I can't imagine doing it alone). I hate to leave things a mess or started and not finished, but more than that I hate the idea of neglecting what really matters.
The funniest part of my day was when Josh gave me a hug after work and said, “You don’t smell like baby puke.” Haha. Trust me it was the first time in three months I didn’t.
The morning of day two (today) was smoother. Asa didn’t wake up early crying and was in a great mood so I was able to sit and play with him for about half an hour while the big kids ate. After Whitney arrived, I got to drop them off at VBS which they were so excited about. Since I came from the church, I turned into work at the light by the hospital and couldn’t believe that 12 weeks ago today I was in there waiting to have Asa. Hey, at least you’re not doing that again, I told myself. Don’t get me wrong, If I could go back to Asa being that tiny and our early days together I think I would, but labor again…no thank you!
12 weeks where have you gone??? |
It was nice to walk into my office today since it was clean, organized, decorated and full of pictures of the people I love. I got some work done, had another successful meeting and got the cutest video of Asa laughing with Whitney you can see on my facebook page!
This morning before the meeting one of my coworkers told me that she worked when her kids were young. She was so worried they would forget her or prefer their babysitter to her, yet as they got older every day was a struggle to pry them off her legs even though they loved their sitter. I have to confess I’ve worried too if Asa will forget me or not find comfort in since I’ll be gone so much of the day so that story was just what I needed to hear to squash all the mommy guilt. Kids always love their moms even when their moms are not good ones and I’m so glad he has family taking care of him. I know he’ll always be extra close to Whitney and Paisley now. Our goal is that I will be able to stay home in a couple years and I pray that happens because I hate feeling like I’m missing so much, but until then I’ll keep doing my best and know that my working is helping take care of him and that no matter what I’ll always be his mommy and he’ll always be my little buddy even when's not so little.