I have been incredibly lucky in recent years. I’ve had a good job with great people who were supportive throughout a relatively uncomplicated pregnancy, had a perfect and healthy baby boy, and then got to stay home with him for the better part of 10 months. Sure there were a few bumps in the road (I won’t get into my 3 days of labor and delivery via induction, or the pure exhaustion my husband and I went through because Baby J didn’t sleep through the night until he was 9 months old) but for the most part, I’ve had it pretty good.
I’ve interviewed for a few jobs during my months at home but nothing was really quite right. Then I got a call. THE call. I had only interviewed for the position 2 hours before. They wanted me and were willing to be flexible on hours. So I decided it was time.
Honestly, the timing couldn’t have been better. A friend that works for a local college – and has summers off – was willing to come to my house and watch Baby J for the summer (she has a lot of experience as a nanny so I felt completely comfortable).
Last Monday was my first day and it was triumphant. Why? Because I didn’t cry. I didn’t cry at any point, all week. Even when my little one whimpered when I left, I stayed strong.
Week two began today. I figured that this would be easy since I had survived the first week and it wasn’t horrible. In fact, there were times last week where it was nice to be able to go to the bathroom without a 10 month old crawling after me. And although my heart ached, I figured I would get used to it.
I was wrong. At least, I haven’t gotten used to it yet. Baby J got up just before I left this morning. We cuddled for a minute and when the sitter tried to take him, he nuzzled into my shoulder and held on tight. He eventually let go but looked at me with sad eyes. Yes, he was fine and was likely laughing and playing in less than two minutes. But in that moment, my heart broke.
I didn’t realize how much it affected me until I was putting Baby J to bed tonight. As we sat in the rocking chair in the dark, Baby J finishing his bottle, he suddenly stopped eating and snuggled into me. A little tear came to my eye because I realized just how much I missed our time together.
It’s unlikely I will ever achieve Super Mom status – working while juggling multiple kids and their activities perfectly, having a home cooked meal on the table every night, and a spotless house. No one said that parenting would be easy, but I know that somehow, I’ll find a balance that’s good for both of us. How do I know this? Because I may not be Super Mom, but my little one is Super, and I’m his Mom. And that’s all that really matters.
Stephanie grew up, and currently lives, in Upstate New York. She graduated from the University at Buffalo with a Bachelor’s of Science in Business and a Minor in Computer Science. After college she married her high school sweetheart and settled into life in her hometown. A number of years later, Baby J came along and completed their happy family. After working for over 7 years in Tax and Information Technology, Stephanie is enjoying spending time with her infant after being recently downsized.
While Baby J takes up a lot of time, Stephanie enjoys cooking and gardening whenever she gets a spare moment. She also loves to travel and looks forward to all the adventures ahead with her family.
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