What a crazy day! After a night of little sleep and nerves running high (Parker slept 11 hours!), we made it through our first day apart. It was -8 (windchill -25) this morning...which of course meant our cars were unhappy about starting. Matt's wouldn't start at all, and ended up needing help from AAA --so little man almost didn't make it to his first day of daycare!
After crying on the way out the door and once in the car, I did pretty well once I got to work. It was good to see everyone and get back into things, even if I was counting the minutes until day's end.
After crying on the way out the door and once in the car, I did pretty well once I got to work. It was good to see everyone and get back into things, even if I was counting the minutes until day's end.

What I didn't account for was the fact that I really only got about 5 minutes (literally) of awake time with Parker before feeding and bedtime. Between that and eating, pumping, washing all of his bottles and organizing his daycare items I feel like I hardly had any time with him. The thought of that makes me so sick.
Kudos to all of the mommies and future out there...I feel for you and admire your strength. It is easy to empathize with working parents, but until you are one, the emotional connection can't really be understood. I guess my motto from now on will be to use all of my time wisely and cherish the moments with him!
You'll get more efficient at the packing part, I promise! I try to do as much as possible on Sundays for the whole week. Sometimes it works, sometimes not!
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
Trina