Man...this working mom thing is hard work. My day begins at 4:45 a.m. and doesn't end until 10:00 p.m. I've barely had time for myself, let alone tend to my ramblings.
So It's been almost two full weeks that I've been back at work. Honestly, it's been easier than I thought it would be. Having an amazing daycare lady to take chubby to as made it so much easier. I feel like I'm dropping her off at my grandmother's house.
Pumping has been pretty easy too. I've mastered the art of taking over our mini-break room (aka the "lactation closet") three times a day to pump out my liquid gold. The stock-pile of milk bags (or "white bricks" as the hubby calls 'em) in the freezer is quite impressive. The only disadvantage to her taking the bottle all day, is that she wants to nurse non-stop when we get home. I feel like I'm hooked up to a milking machine for hours.
The hard part of going back to work is only seeing her for 4 hours a day. Who invented this concept? Who said we should procreate, fall madly in love with our little mini-me's, and then go back to work for the entire day. As much as I love my job, I love my baby more. I wish there was a way to find a happy medium.
One more day and I get two full days with my baby... I can't wait (plus MiMi is here).
p.s. I know I shouldn't say this because karma is a bitch, but my daughter is a grumpy girl when I have to wake her up in the morning. She's used to sleeping until 7:30 and now mean-mama wakes her up at 5:45 a.m.
