| Despite early struggles, Aviva is now taking the bottle like a champ! |
I'm sure part of the reason it went by faster in the end is because Aviva and I actually started figuring out what we're doing (sort of). She started taking actual naps, which meant mommy could get some work done around the house and knock out some e-mails. And it also put her in a better mood during the day.
I also found a nice little group of girls to walk with, and spent a lot of time getting back into shape at the gym. That was the FUN part of maternity leave, and now it's all in the past.
There are some pluses and minuses to heading back to work. First of all, of course I miss being able to spend all day with my little girl. But on the other hand it's nice to NOT have to spend all day with my little girl.
Is that terrible? I love our time together, but it can be stressful, confusing, exhausting, worrisome and any other adjective you want to throw in there. Now I'm on my own all day, free to have conversations, go to the bathroom, go for a walk without a stroller, and eat a meal!
| Somehow Hadas can get a picture of Aviva smiling when I have failed oh so many times. |
On Friday, August 1 Aviva went off to daycare for the first time, while I stayed home and finished up some freelance and got things situated around the house. I thought about her a lot, but there was a bit of a release inside of my brain when I handed her off to Hadas (the lovely woman who runs the daycare).
I have to admit I was too busy to miss her at first, but right when I got the e-mail from Hadas about how great Aviva was doing (complete with the pictures attached to this e-mail), I must say I got a little teary. I was supposed to pick her up at 3pm but arrived at about 2:45 because I wanted to get there as quickly as possible. She was a perfect little angel for Hadas, which meant I knew I could leave her and she'd be OK.
One of the main things I was worried about in terms of returning to work was how the heck we were going to get ourselves ready for work AND get Aviva ready for daycare. Turns out it hasn't been that big of a deal. Granted I haven't dried or styled my mop of a hair since returning to work almost two weeks ago, but I manage to walk out the door wearing pants, and somehow I manage not to forget anything major (my kindle has been left at home twice now and once I forgot makeup).
It's a really easy setup. I get up at 6AM and feed Aviva her pre-breakfast. I then put her back into her crib (usually she'll go back to sleep) and hop into the shower. After I'm dressed, I get Aviva dressed while Jeff showers. Then Jeff and Aviva hang out while I take the dog out for a walk. Jeff heads off to work, Aviva gets another snack and then I grab her bottles and whatever else she needs and head out the door. I park right in front of Hadas's house and drop Aviva off, then I park the car in a permit-free zone and hop on the train. Magically, I manage to arrive between 8:15 and 8:30, about the time I made it to work prior to having a baby. And usually I'm one of the first creative folks in the door. After work, Jeff picks Aviva up from daycare and I meet them at home. The end.
| Making friends already! Maya is reaching out, and unfortunately I don't know the name of the little guy on his tummy. |
Again on the up side, it's nice to feel like a productive member of society as I move forward in my career. I was promoted at work, and it feels good to be appreciated for more than the fact that I produce milk.
The one thing that I think will have to go out the window is regular exercise. This is difficult, because I love going on runs, going swimming, or hitting up my favorite gym. I will most certainly get my exercise on over the weekend, but I just don't see how I can workout during the week. Either I wake up at 5am and get going or I go for a run at 8pm at night. Seeing as how I have to pump at 8:30 and like to get to bed with my kindle at about 9pm, there isn't much time to relax, eat, or catch up on TV.
I know, I know, I could adjust my priorities and make time for exercise, but I think I need just a little more time to get this working mom thing figured out a little better. And, until I'm done nursing I'm allowed to hang on to those five extra pounds, right?




