Life of a Working Mama

Life of a working Mama

Here we are 3 months after sweet little lady was born and the time has come for me to head back to the real world as a working woman. My newborn bubble at home has been busted. I planned on writing this 2 weeks ago when I first went back but ya know life happened and I’m just getting around to posting about it now. I will say I am feeling much better about how our new normal is looking now than I did 2 weeks ago.

The past 3 months have been a whirlwind. Going from one to two kiddos is a whole another level. I don’t think I ever really prepared myself for life after the baby arrived (esp since she came early, fast and furious!). I never had the chance to say good bye to my big pregnant belly and the life that was just the 3 of us. Once we were home then all the pediatrician, orthopedic and lactation appointments began, I was longing for lazy days at home of getting to know each other and bond. Finally just as the dust was settling and me and the babe were getting into a groove it was time to go back to work. I have no idea where the 12 weeks went too. This little lady has stolen my heart. I may have shred a tear or two (ok multiple) over the thought of leaving her. I just need a few more months of mommy and me days.

Mom guilt is real and man it hit me hard. I was overwhelmed with it. The thought of going and coming from all our doctors appointments and this little babe being shuttled around town for big sisters daycare drop off and pick up made me feel guilty that she would never have the same quiet attention as her sister’s first few months. I guess that’s the life of a 2nd born, you always have to share moms attention.

Now that I’m back to doing the 9-5 gig the little one is in great hands during the day, with Grandma 🙂 It really eases my mind knowing that she is being loved for and cared for by someone so special. It certainly helps with the chaos of trying to be superwoman, and mentally and physically being torn in so many directions everyday, SO our days start much earlier now and end later, as we try to squeeze in work, chores, fun, and quiet bonding time. If i look exhausted its because I am. I know this is just a phase and one day I’ll say I miss it (Crazy I know!)