I returned to work, and all through the house, everything seemed normal, but I felt like a louse
...because in the morning I have to get up and leave my beautiful sweet precious baby. For like, 9 hours. In a row. *Insert tears*.
I know I am fortunate, I don't even have to work full time, and my baby will be at home with her daddy.
I can't imagine ladies who have to go back to work at 6 weeks and put their tiny infants in full-time daycare.
I really have no idea how tomorrow will go. I'm sure I'll cry.
Thankfully I'll be learning a new position, and I have to be there at 6:30am, but should be home by 3. For the next two weeks.
But then in March I go back up to 3 days a week instead of 2. Gulp.
I keep reminding myself that Sophie will be fine, it's only me who will suffer (and maybe dad!).
I hope the hours fly by instead of drag.
I am not wearing mascara to work.