Back to the real world
I went for dinner with friends last night and left my baby girl at home with her daddy and her brother. On my way home 3.5 hours later, I realised that it was the longest I have ever been apart from her since she was born. Three and a half hours. And yet tomorrow, I’ll be saying goodbye to her in the morning and not seeing her again for eleven hours.
I can hardly get my head around it.
Back to work. I don’t know about you, but I thought that was a fast eight months!
I thought it would be easier to go back to work second time around. I guess I was wrong. I’m queasy at the thought of leaving her in the morning.
I’m looking back on the past eight months tonight and I’m glad to say I made the most of it. There’s a security and a confidence that comes with being a second-time parent and it allowed me to enjoy my time with my baby much more.
I cuddled her and responded immediately to her cries without ever worrying about spoiling her, I took her into our bed when she was hard to settle at night without giving a thought to making a rod for my own back, and I spent hours giggling with her and her brother without fretting over when the floors were last washed.
Remember the last verse of that poem?
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
But children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
~ Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
That has pretty much summed up my maternity leave this time around. And it has been wonderful. But all good things must come to an end. Time to pack my lunch and set my alarm clock. Back to the real world tomorrow.