This is my last weekend of maternity leave. I cannot believe Brenna is almost three months old already. I am not ready to leave her, but I am ready to reestablish my normal schedule and routine again. Thank goodness I have a job that I really like, or I would flat out refuse to go back.
It's funny how life works. The minute that baby starts getting all cute and interactive you realize that, in the not so distant future, you will no longer be able to devote every waking second to playing with her all day long. We recently discovered that Brenna knows who I am, and she makes my heart melt when I approach her after her nap and her face lights up. How can I leave that?
I have so many fears and questions. How can I cram in hours of playing and cuddling into just a few evening hours? Will she still light up when she hears my voice a week from now? When will I find time to do the laundry and restock the nursery, while packing her diaper bag for the next day? Is the house going to look like a sty because I already know that I will want to come home and play with Brenna instead of cooking and cleaning? I am thinking that post partum exhaustion has nothing on working mom exhaustion. Thank God for Ken. That's all I can think to say. I know he will be a saint through this readjustment period, and things won't be nearly as bad as my brain tells me. I just want to hold my baby girl all day long. They are only little for a minute.
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