a year ago today, I went back to work, almost 12 weeks* after Clara's birth. it was a hard, hard day, the date of which I will never forget. I've been sort of dreading the "anniversary" for awhile and all day today, thought I should write something about it tonight.
it's still not easy.
since Scott ended up quitting his job to stay home with her 50ish weeks ago, I haven't had the added stress of her being in daycare (though that will come next year). I know she's received just as good of care from her dada as she would have with me. but... I miss her. every day. and I beat myself up for not working more productively so I can leave early and spend more time with her, etc etc. I suppose this is the infamous "mom guilt."
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| the night before I went back to work |
now, she's such a big, funny, sweet, smart girl. she's shy, like I was as a kid (and still am, really). much cuter though =)
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| {trying to plug in the phone} |
though I'm rarely effective at turning stress/sadness into action, I wanted to do something special to commemorate surviving this year. so tonight, I finished a project I've been putting off - a tent Scott and I were building for Clara's play area. he finished the frame a week or so ago; I just needed to make the cover.
can't wait to give it to her in the morning, and to cherish every minute I do get to spend with her reading books and goofing off in there...
-g.
*I would be remiss in not thanking my dad, who paid my hospital bill so I could stay home longer (my job had no paid leave)
