I didn’t think that I would ever be writing the statement ‘I have breastfed for a year’. In fact I am somewhat shocked that breastfeeding is something I have been able to do for a year. Physically and managing it having being back in a full time job for over 2 months.
I wished I had purchased a battery breast pump, it is amazing how requiring a plug to be able to pump really restricts you. The amount of time I have ended up hand expressing in bathrooms as the office I am in doesn’t have a meeting room that doesn’t have glass windows – great for airiness, terrible for privacy!
Breastfeeding has definitely been a journey for me. A fairly easy journey for the most part but at the start I didn’t expect to be saying that.
Unlike straight couples there was a certain amount of additional planning that went in to us having Annabelle. In fact you can read all about it here. What that planning meant was that we had a good idea on when Annabelle would be making an appearance.
As only 4% of babies arrive on their due date we knew it was never going to be an exact science but I secretly hoped that her arrival would miss our anniversary on the 28th of June and my birthday on the 13th of July. Laura, loudly, hoped for a 4th of July baby.
As the due date drew nearer and it was confirmed that I was to have a C-Section we were given the date of the 7th of July. I could relax and Laura could give up her 4th of July plan. That was until I got a phone call moving the C-Section to the 2nd. Any relaxing went out the window and Laura decided that the 2nd was close enough to the 4th to decree that Annabelle would have a 4th of July themed parties until she told us something different.
Where do I start this post…..
I started it yesterday having just run full out across London Euston train station to jump on a 5.43pm train that arrived back in Birmingham at 7.03pm. I hoped to jump on a local train and be home some time before 7.45pm. Annabelle’s bedtime is 7pm. The sprint wasn’t just for the train, the sprint was to have some vague hope of seeing Annabelle’s face before bed. Even if it is just for a hug. I made it, just.
Our new normal is up and running. I am well and truly back to work and our routine is in place. The only thing we are struggling with is having enough hours in a day, what’s new eh?!
As you may have seen I went back to work in April and my first week was not as expected, details are here.
It’s been 3 days of being back to work after maternity leave. My wonderful wife helped me time my return so that I had a bank holiday at the end of my first week and start of my second. So even though Annabelle and I have had 3 days apart we will have 4 days together to make up for it.
How have I felt? Well where do I start. Emotional. Pleased. Sad. Positive.
I had grand plans to be in London twice in the week to see my team but last minute the company who acquired us announced we had a company day in Bournemouth on the Wednesday. On reading the email my heart sank. I had prepared myself to head to London for the day and race back to see Annabelle at bedtime. I hadn’t prepared myself to be away overnight immediately.
With my impending return to work only a week away ‘how do you feel about going back to work?’ is the only question anyone wants to ask at the moment. On one hand I get it – returning to work is going to be the biggest change our family has been through. On the other hand I am doing my best not to acknowledge it. So answering the question is always a hard one.
I am so proud of my Sarah for so many things. She is an amazing wife and mum, good at her job and loved by her team, a thoughtful and loving daughter and sister, and always takes the best care of Bisbee.
But today I wanted to write a short little post to commemorate something for which I think she is amazing.
Let’s get one thing straight we all know I’m not a genius so clearly I have got Mummy to write this but I am 100% involved. I am helping edit, giving my input and suggestions and most importantly sharing my love….and drool, but mainly my love.
Happy Mothers Day Mama!