Survival
We survived my first week at work! The first day was soooooo hard. I spent the night before in tears and most of that morning. When I dropped Jake off at my parents' place, I knew he was in good hands, but I felt like something had just been surgically removed from me. It was the hardest thing ever and actually physically hurt. Luckily, I had a new job to go to and with all the first impressions and new information, the day flew by. I only called my mum twice and heard he was doing great. When I picked him up at the end of the day, I was the happiest woman in the world! My parents loved having him and he was such a sweetie. He fed well and slept for ages, smiling and playing the rest of the time. When we got home I breast fed him and was very relieved he didn't reject me after being bottle fed for the day. (I'm expressing milk at work and he gets that when I'm not around). Expressing my milk is going great too - I'm producing quite a stock! I think our freezer will have to be renamed the milk storage...
Tuesday and Thursday he was at my friend's place and her kids (aged 6 and 8) were thrilled that he was there. My friend is totally smitten with him and he did wonderfully again. My friend actually thanked me for letting her spend the day with my son! It's such a relief to know he's OK without us and makes going to work a bit easier. However, I'm not working Wednesdays and Fridays and love having a whole day with him again!
I find I'm willing the hours to pass quickly and so looking forward to the days I'm not working. My new job is great and my colleagues are lovely, but I just can't get into my work with the enthusiasm I'm used to. I need to work in order to be able to live in this house and to survive, basically, but my priorities have shifted dramatically with Jake very prominently as number 1. He is so much a part of me that it is simply impossible to carry on as normal when he's not with me.
Jake is in the middle of a new development right now. He had an awful night on Thursday when he woke up every 3 hours, like a newborn baby, and just wanted to feed the entire time. He's a bit clingy and grouchy and just not his usual cheerful self. Apparently it's very normal around the 3-month mark as they go through a big change then. He has just learned to roll over onto his tummy and loves to do this over and over and over again when he's in his playpen or on his play mat. He's so strong and will lie on his tummy for ages, holding his head up high and looking around. He's also dribbling a lot and chewing on anything he can get his hands on, so I suspect he might be getting his first tooth. A bit early, but then again, some babies are born with teeth, so anything is possible.
Every change in him is utterly fascinating and the more he interacts with us, the more smitten we both are with him. He is worth every tear shed for him and every bit of physical/emotional pain I have to go through for him. He's the most valuable treasure I could ever have imagined having and there is nothing I wouldn't do for him.
Tuesday and Thursday he was at my friend's place and her kids (aged 6 and 8) were thrilled that he was there. My friend is totally smitten with him and he did wonderfully again. My friend actually thanked me for letting her spend the day with my son! It's such a relief to know he's OK without us and makes going to work a bit easier. However, I'm not working Wednesdays and Fridays and love having a whole day with him again!
I find I'm willing the hours to pass quickly and so looking forward to the days I'm not working. My new job is great and my colleagues are lovely, but I just can't get into my work with the enthusiasm I'm used to. I need to work in order to be able to live in this house and to survive, basically, but my priorities have shifted dramatically with Jake very prominently as number 1. He is so much a part of me that it is simply impossible to carry on as normal when he's not with me.
Jake is in the middle of a new development right now. He had an awful night on Thursday when he woke up every 3 hours, like a newborn baby, and just wanted to feed the entire time. He's a bit clingy and grouchy and just not his usual cheerful self. Apparently it's very normal around the 3-month mark as they go through a big change then. He has just learned to roll over onto his tummy and loves to do this over and over and over again when he's in his playpen or on his play mat. He's so strong and will lie on his tummy for ages, holding his head up high and looking around. He's also dribbling a lot and chewing on anything he can get his hands on, so I suspect he might be getting his first tooth. A bit early, but then again, some babies are born with teeth, so anything is possible.
Every change in him is utterly fascinating and the more he interacts with us, the more smitten we both are with him. He is worth every tear shed for him and every bit of physical/emotional pain I have to go through for him. He's the most valuable treasure I could ever have imagined having and there is nothing I wouldn't do for him.
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