I survived my first week of work. I was spoiled with pictures sent to me all day and even a drop by visit during one of my lunch breaks. Carter was all down hill after the first day. He really gave Sarah a hard time the vast majority of the time. He seems to be teething but I don’t know for sure. He absolutely has a cold though. Poor guy is all stuffed up.
Squeezing out a smile for Sarah
It’s really not as bad as I thought it would be. I miss him terribly but I’m able to focus on work. I’m able to listen to CBC radio and I feel like I’m finally hearing the news for the first time in 9 months. I have conversations with people that aren’t either all about my baby or constantly interrupted by said baby. It’s actually kind of nice. I can’t believe I’m saying that. Now, don’t get me wrong. If I could be home, I’d be home in a second but I have to make the best of it.
Putting in some hours at the office
I’ve enjoyed making dinner for Carter and sitting down to watch him eat followed by bath time. These are two of my favourite things. Watching him enjoy food is really exciting and bath time has been his favourite since he was born. On the days of constant fuss, I have given him multiple baths just for a break from it.
Hanging out in the tub!
He’s getting more and more interested in foods. I can put piles of different things on his tray and he will try each one of them before he mixes them all together. He stuffs his little mouth like a hamster sometimes and this week the result has been a big mess when he sneezes. He cooperates with the spoon if I’m feeding him something that requires a spoon (yogurt, oatmeal, chopped spinach).
Working the spoon in the least efficient way possible.
Bed times have been hard. He has decided that 6:30 is a reasonable time to hit the hay the past few nights. This means I get very little time with him. After his bath I rub him down in coconut oil and sing to him and then read a few books. He loves playing with the blinds next to the bed that is in his room. While I know I should just put him in the crib and let him get to sleep, I’ve been lying there with him and letting him play himself to sleep and then I lie there a little longer as he’s tucked into my arm. It’s just not enough time.
This week has been huge for me. I’ve accepted that I can do this, and so can he. Even though it was a tough week for him, I know he can survive without me. He’s a champ.
Today was my first day back at work since last December.
It was the longest I’ve been away from Carter since he made a little nest in my belly. It was a challenging day but I made it through without any tears surprisingly. I survived and Carter had what looked like a great day with Sarah and she kept me updated with pictures throughout the day.
Cheesing for Sarah
I biked to work and when I got not even a mile from home my bag ripped open and my lunch was strewn across the street. Everything was ruined except my chilli (only to find out when I got to work that there was no longer a microwave). A couple blocks down the road the belt of my dress came flying off and I had to stop to go back and get that. I got to the point that I thought maybe I should just head home. I didn’t turn around night and it all worked out. When I came home I didn’t get a giant smile like my wife does. I got a skeptical look and some fussing but then he cuddled me tightly and after dinner and bath-time he fell asleep in my arms.
Today is also the first day that Carter decided to use his legs when crawling a bit. His speed is dramatically faster and I guess we can no longer put off baby proofing.
The best part of the evening was story time. Some nights he’s really into his books and other nights he just wants to eat them. Tonight he let me read him 4 long (I use this term loosely) books and then opted to devour his favourite one. He grinned through each story and would glance up at me like he was making sure I was paying attention.
The cutest kid I know.
We both highly recommend this book! We’ve decided the best part is where it goes “beep, beep, beep”. I think you can understand why.
…that I am the luckiest.
1) I have an utterly fantastic wife who has loved me for over 7 years.
2) I live in a fantastic city full of everything that is wonderful.
3) I have the greatest son in the world who makes each day better than the last.
4) I spent the last 8 months off from work (paid) and get to return to my exact same job tomorrow with no punishment.
5) I have amazing friends that have supported my family in all sorts of ways from helping us get pregnant to caring for and loving our child. One of the greatest ways this is demonstrated is by my fantastic friend Sarah who is taking the week off work to take care of my son this week.
Yes, you read that correctly. She is taking vacation time to come to my house for 8 hours a day and cuddle and play with my son (although I’m sure there will be dirty diapers and crying in there as well).
While Daniela and I will generally be working opposite schedules and only will need a nanny in the afternoon this week is different because of course my first week back has to be more complicated. Daniela has to work days which leaves no one home from 8:30-4:30. When I was stressing out about this Sarah stepped in and said that not only would she help us out but that she would LOVE to help us out. Just today she sent a message saying “And then so begins the happiest week of my life and the worst of yours”. She may have been exaggerating on both sides of that but I think she will have some fun and I think I will have a lot of trouble. I also think that this will be much easier on Carter than being with his new nanny (more on that later) for such long hours rather than with someone he knows very well.
Sarah has been so good to us from the moment we met her. She LOVES babies and her wife is pregnant right now with their first who is due on my birthday! She has been an incredible friend to me through my pregnancy and early motherhood and swooned over cloth diapers and baby clothes and anything else I’m staring at online. She is a wealth of knowledge and always helps me through the rough times (she made me lactation cookies when I was struggling with producing milk). She knows everything about great baby books and helped us with Carter’s library. I don’t want to continue bragging about how good a friend I have but I do want to just say how lucky we are to have someone who will make this week as easy on us as possible.