What a dreaded day. Maternity leave was over. I hated going back, but I needed to get my three years in (to ensure rehire rights, if needed in the future). At least my maternity time counted toward my three years (I was off over 5 months). So we found a sitter, and headed back to the Arsenal.
I still enjoyed my work, but a lot of the projects and a couple of people, had changed and I felt out of place - when at work I was always thinking about home, and at home, I was thinking about work. My focus was .... all out of focus. It also brought other changes. Our babysitter wouldn't use cloth diapers, so disposables took over (we used them overnight already - triple diapering didn't even work - so we only used a couple of cloths a day, and it took too long to get enough to launder properly.) Also, nursing time got cut in half. In March I got bronchitis, and the medicine finished off nursing altogether.
Lindsay was advanced in most things, but holding a bottle on her own wasn't one of them. Or so we thought. Whenever we'd try to have her hold it her poor little hands would just fall to her side. I walked in to the babysitter's one day a little early, to discover her holding her bottle, looking all around, happy as could be. And then she saw me... and her poor little hands fell to her side. So yes, we have been played by that child for a very long time.
I still enjoyed my work, but a lot of the projects and a couple of people, had changed and I felt out of place - when at work I was always thinking about home, and at home, I was thinking about work. My focus was .... all out of focus. It also brought other changes. Our babysitter wouldn't use cloth diapers, so disposables took over (we used them overnight already - triple diapering didn't even work - so we only used a couple of cloths a day, and it took too long to get enough to launder properly.) Also, nursing time got cut in half. In March I got bronchitis, and the medicine finished off nursing altogether.
Lindsay was advanced in most things, but holding a bottle on her own wasn't one of them. Or so we thought. Whenever we'd try to have her hold it her poor little hands would just fall to her side. I walked in to the babysitter's one day a little early, to discover her holding her bottle, looking all around, happy as could be. And then she saw me... and her poor little hands fell to her side. So yes, we have been played by that child for a very long time.
