Firsts for new mom & daughter
It’s been nearly five months, and it’s time for momma to make the donuts. Yes, maternity leave is over and I'm off to work.
Everything went according to plan. I was out the door by 8:30, baby on board, cooler filled with frozen milk and breast pump securely stowed in my Storksak. Thirty minutes later, my baby was in her sitter’s arm, and I was on my way back to work.
I had steeled myself for separation anxiety, an avalanche of tears at the thought of being away from the baby. But neither came, and tears threatened only when my coworkers brought me pink and yellow roses late in the afternoon. After all, coming back to work means a whole new passel of people with whom I can share baby stories and pictures.
No doubt my anxiety level was low because it wasn’t my daughter’s first day at the sitter. She’d been there five times before, including two dry runs where I simulated my work routine and let her stay all day. I also trust my sitter, whom I see as an answer to frantic prayer.
Still, the day was not without its surprises. Who knew that I’d miss my afternoon nap or my incessant snacking?
And then there was the call from my husband, who picked up our daughter from the sitter. “You won’t recognize your child when you see her,” he said. I panicked in those few seconds. It was her hair, he explained. The babysitter had plaited it. A little something inside me died. I wanted to be the first one to plait my daughter’s hair. I suppose her hairdo is the first of many firsts that I’ll miss now that I’m back in the workforce.
I’m dealing with it. After all, there’s that Harvard education to fund.
-- Sherri Day