A Working Mum's Life

I made it through my first 6 working days...and I'm still alive! Thank God for his mercies everyday and seeing me through thus far. Marc turns 4 months this Friday and I can't believe how he's grown. We were looking back at some of Marc's old photos and the Husband and I said - "was he ever this small???"

We've all settled into a routine for my work days and after much tears and sadness, I've managed to pull through my work days. The heartache is getting less and less everyday and I look forward to leaving work on time so that I can come back and see him. This means I try my best to be efficient at work and complete my work on time so that I can leave on the dot. My father in law has booked a car park lot at work so that he can drive me home everyday, which is really sweet of him.

My typical day starts at 6am, where I will wake up and pump, feed Marc, feed myself, spend time chatting and playing with him, give him a wipe down and leave him on his playmat to kick and air his bottom (yes I strip him naked as I reckon its good for his skin - not very fun to wear a diaper all day, skin doesn't get to breathe!). The domestic helper takes over at about 7.45am when she arrives, after which I shower and get ready for work. In the evenings, I return to bathe him (if he hasn't yet had his bath), interact with him a little and then put him to bed. He had one growth spurt day when he woke up at 3.45am and demanded a feed, but so far he's been good and sleeps through the night except for one last feed at midnight. The Husband takes that feed and Marc is usually in a great mood then, so we'll both cuddle and talk to him before putting him back to bed.

I felt really resentful about going back to work in the initial days. I really missed Marc and wished I could be with him. I've tried to view it in a positive manner and make sure that I give him my 100% when I'm home and on weekends.

We have a great domestic helper - she's super efficient and she loves Marc, so we know he's in good hands. I was (and still is sometimes) paranoid that he will end up preferring her to me. Turns out that most of my working mum friends have the same fear. But everyone tells me that babies are smart and know who their parents are...they assure me that I will not be forgotten and Marc will still want his mummy.

For now, Marc spends lots of time with Daddy. He amazed us the other day by laughing at an episode of "Just for Laughs" - we weren't quite sure if it was random or if he understood what was going on, but his eyes were glued on the TV! He has also become a professional fish and can flip from his back to his tummy. He almost flipped off the changing table at Church the other day!

With each new phase comes new challenges! Parenthood is a real privilege and I'm grateful for the opportunity to lead and nurture another human being...