First Week Back To Work

Well I survived my first week back to work. I was honestly preparing myself for it to be this terrible experience, but I think it wasn’t that bad. I don’t know if I was just ready for a break to get out of the house or if it was a little relieving knowing that Emma will be in good hands while we are at work. Don’t get me wrong it was a little hard the first day leaving her, especially when I had Michael asking me the entire way to work “how are you doing” and “don’t be afraid to call my mom 50 times today”. I was so proud of myself that I didn’t cry, but then I kept thinking is something wrong with me, like I should have cried. I mean this was the first time I was leaving Emma for more than a few hours.

It has also been very nice having our meals prepared and ready for us to eat right when we get home; and not to mention the house is clean and picked up everyday. While that is one nice gesture our parents are doing for us, by no means do we expect it, but we do appreciate it. I try to get things picked up the night before or the morning of just so they don’t have to worry about anything.

And then it happened…today was Michael’s first day home with Emma. He was going to be all by himself, but not to worry, both his parents and my mom were home in case if he needed something. When I left in the morning, I left a list of chores for him to do. It’s only fair that he has to experience what I went through for the six weeks that I was off with Emma. While I was at work, I received a few text messages. Some were innocent like “where is the bathroom cleaner”, but others were not “she is screaming her head off and won’t stop”. Apparently it was a rough morning for them. Emma didn’t want to be put down or else she would scream at the top of her lungs. But somehow Michael figured out what would work to calm Emma down and they survived the rest of the day.

When I got off work, I met Michael at the restaurant, Fridays, for dinner. He had a hard time getting Emma to calm down enough to get her in the car seat, but by the time she did she was worn out. I was so excited to see her when she got to the restaurant that I just had to take her out of the car seat. A lot of the waiters and waitresses stopped by to look at her because our waiter must have said something about her being a cute baby. What can I say, she takes after her mommy! It has been one long and stressful week and I’m glad it’s over!

One thing I am so proud of is the fact that we have Emma into a good routine at night. I’m trying to keep her awake till about 8:00 PM before giving her the last bottle before bedtime. She usually is pretty good about staying up with us to do tummy time, listen to us talk to her, or just even going on a walk around the neighborhood. After whatever activity we do, Michael or I follow it by changing Emma’s diaper, getting her pajamas on, and getting the bottle ready. After she eats and is relaxing, we read a few books to her and before you know it, she is out like a light. It’s so precious carrying her upstairs and putting her into her bed. She is such a big girl already! I just love the nighttime bond we have with her. Even if we only get to see her a couple hours a day during the week right now, it’s the best time we get to spend with our little one! I can’t believe in seven weeks all that she is able to do; the time is flying by so fast that I can’t wait to see what she will experience next.