I know it has been a while since I last posted and for those of you who try to read this everyday, I apologize. Life as I have known it (even for 9 weeks) changed drastically and I’m still trying to catch up.
My days begin around 5:45 am (6:10 am this week due to daylight savings time messing with me). I scurry around trying to get myself ready before Peanut wakes or I have to wake her around 6:45. Then it’s time to feed her, change her diaper, and clothes and we’re out the door, no later than 7:10. We get to daycare around 7:40, I check her in and say good bye, and I’m clocked into work around 7:55am.
I proceed with my day around the office, visiting the daycare a couple times to feed her. Up until Friday, I went to the daycare about every 2 to 2 1/2 hours. She has started to lengthen her feedings out and has been sleeping most of the time that I’ve come and so we decided that the workers would call me when she woke up so that I could head on over. This was a recommendation from a friend and one that the workers seemed to like, so I went with it. It wasn’t until the first time I had to wait for them to call me did I realize just how much I hate this system. When it comes down to it, I hate the idea of someone telling me when my baby needs to be fed. It just re-emphasized that I wasn’t in control of what was happening to my baby. While there are some who say that I knew what I was getting myself into when I got pregnant, I must say that nothing (even the voice of others who have been there done that) could have prepared me for the emotional and physical onslaught I would experience.
For now we are managing. I can’t say that I completely enjoy being back at work though part of me does enjoy the fact that I have friends that I can talk to daily. The other part of me disdains it and can’t wait til the day that it will come to an end. I try very hard to keep my evenings centered on Ruthie. When we get home, I put all my attention on her until her daddy comes home. I know my tendencies and I must say that there has been wash sitting waiting to be folded (GASP!) and there have been things on the floor and bar that need to be put away (The HORROR!) that I just can’t get to right away. When she goes down for the night, I scramble to get my lunch made, breakfast partially prepared, things picked up, and myself ready for bed. By around 9:00, I’m zonked.
On another note, Joel and I have both been down this week with allergies/colds. It’s pretty sad when both are snorting, honking, blowing, and moaning due to sinus headaches. Friday night I ended up losing part of dinner due to the migraine that I had which was made worse by a “worm hole” screen in between the levels of a game I was playing. I went to bed shortly after that happened. Joel had media duty at church today so he went in for both services and Ruthie and I joined him for second service. She hasn’t slept much as a result so we are hoping that tonight is going to be a good night for consistent sleep. We’re keeping our fingers crossed.
So with that, my baby is fussing wanting out of her swing as it is nearing feeding time again.
