Approaching the end
I’ve been quiet lately I know. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to say. Life has been busy and full and there’s lots I could write about. It’s just… Every time I start to compose a post, I get distracted by something. A calendar date. The last week of November looms. My return to work.
That makes it sound like it’s the work I’m dreading, which isn’t the case. I happen to like my job and I work with great people, so I’ve no worries there. It’s more the ending of my maternity leave that leaves a lump in my throat.
I look at my baby and she is just that – a baby. Somehow in the next month, I have to prepare myself to hand her over to someone else to be cared for. And I have to prepare her to be handed over.
I worry how she’ll cope with this change. I worry that she’ll be upset settling in to crèche. I worry about what she’ll drink during the day when we’re apart. Bottles aren’t her forte. I wonder if she’ll nap in a cot, in a room with other babies. I wonder who will comfort her when she cries.
It all just seems so soon. And so I’m quiet on this blog as the last days of maternity leave rush by. And I take my time in these few weeks, and rather than composing posts, I’m sneaking extra cuddles instead.