Every morning when I go to Marshall’s crib and get to see his smiley face I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Even when it’s 2am and I’m up for a late night feeding, I am the luckiest.
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| Look at Cadence in the background. I think she knows how much we love Marshall and is really good with him (except when she slyly steals his socks right from his feet)- but let’s be honest she is so jealous. |
Two weeks ago, I went back to work. This was a decision Glenn and I had a thousand conversations about. I kind of always thought I would be a stay at home mom when I had kids.
At the beginning of my maternity leave, I was so physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted that I honestly wouldn’t even talk about going back to work or not, because there was no way I could think clearly about it. As the weeks went on, everything, literally everything started getting easier (about weeks 6-8). He was sleeping better, I was sleeping better, breastfeeding wasn’t miserable anymore, I was able to workout for real, life started feeling normal again.
I found myself thinking about work a lot, what was going on with our upcoming race and I wanted to get my hands in everything. But, I couldn’t stand the idea of dropping Marshall off somewhere for 8 hours a day with people who don’t even know him or love him at 12 weeks while I sat in an office.
Thankfully, work has agreed to work out a super flexible schedule for me and we’ve been able to hire two fantastic baby-sitters, college students at Butler University right down the street from us. I get to work from home some days and be in the office some days, I get to spend a lot of time with my Marshman, but also spend time at work and working at home doing what I love. I know a lot of people don’t have this option and I am so grateful for the opportunity. Again, I feel like the luckiest.
So far, the balancing act has been working out pretty well- one things for sure, my hats off to any single parents out there, where the other parent is not in the picture or involved. (and women or men who’s spouse is overseas), I do not know how one person does it all.
While it’s hard to be away from him sometimes, I usually come home feeling refreshed and excited to give him 100 kisses.
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| Just want to eat this smile up. |
