I have returned to work. The time has come for this mother hen to leave the nest and venture out into world. Taylor has fully adjusted to daycare; she is thriving there! I see more of my baby girl’s personality every time I pick her up. She is sensitive, friendly, and fearless. She really enjoys being in the company of other children. My husband and I feel really good about the decision we made to place her in daycare. The kid is alright!
I, on the other hand, am having a difficult time adjusting to the demands of work and the demands of my baby. I wake up at 4:45 AM, feed Taylor, put her back to bed, get dressed, dress Taylor, and bring her to daycare by 6:30 AM. I leave work at 4:40 PM and pick Taylor up from daycare around 5:00 PM, feed her, prepare for school, clean bottles, pump milk, bathe Taylor, bathe myself, and scarf down dinner. By the time I lay my head down to sleep, I am making a list of things to do the following day or receiving an e-mail of something I have to add to my list of things to do. Aside from having the time for adult conversation, my husband and I enjoy each other’s company over a sink of sudsy bottles or Taylor’s bath. I don’t know how I do it!
On top of this difficult adjustment period, Taylor has gotten her first of many colds and been constipated for over five days. Though it was alarming to me that Taylor hadn’t had a BM in five days, her pediatrician said it’s not uncommon in breastfed babies. The result of the constipation, however, was excessive vomiting. Her stomach simply couldn’t hold much more. After a visit to her doctor and rectal examination, baby girl is back to a regular routine. No pun intended.
Routines are subject to change, you never know what is lurking around the corner, like a hurricane. So I just enjoyed my second weekend post-maternity leave, and hurricane tracking has convinced us to evacuate our home in St. Bernard parish, where the area is prone to flooding. The school I work in has closed for the entire week due to the hurricane and the impending Labor Day break. While driving westward with baby girl in tote (my husband unfortunately had to work Monday, but will be joining us soon) we saw three alligators on the shoulder of the highway. Yes, alligators! They weren’t any bigger than four feet long. I guess reptiles have their own evacuation. This is always a sign of a stir in the gulf.
Now I’m in Lafayette, LA, my hometown, which is also a known safe haven for New Orleans evacuees. I’m enjoying my sweet angel, yet praying our home will be found the same way it was left. My husband should be joining us soon. What a busy two weeks it has been!