Breastfeeding Working Momma

In order to continue breastfeeding my baby while I work, I have to pump (express milk) at work. This is no glamorous task. I personally think it's sucky.

My employer has "Mother's Rooms." They provide a clean private place with a sink and a mini fridge so I can pump at work.

So far no one else has used the room. Hell yeah! I don't have to worry about scheduling my time or someone using the room during my scheduled time. No big deal if a meeting runs late or I'm in the middle of something. The mother's room is always free for my use. I wonder if this will last until I'm done breastfeeding.

I'm working in a different building then when I pumped for Teagan so I'm using a different mother's room.  With the room I used for Teagan, there were times I thought I might explode due to scheduling conflicts or missed pump session times. However I did bond and make friends with the other mommas that used the room. We kept a journal in the room and wrote to each other while pumping. It was very supportive and I enjoyed being a pumping momma penpal.

I once had a week long training class in a building where our business people work (I'm in engineering). They had 2 mother's rooms and those rooms were booked solid all day. I had to pump in my car. Which means I had to park at the far side of the parking lot, use windshield sun shades, and hope no one walks by. One perk to being an engineer is that my coworkers are mostly male and thus less pumping mommas to use the mother's room.

The mother's room I use now is on a different level and a little bit of a walk. I can appreciate the extra exercise since I'm not at my pre baby weight yet. My extra out and about breaks has gotten other's attention. As I frequently pass the same people in the hall, they ask me why I'm on their level or out so much. I proudly tell them I'm using the mother's room. This quickly ends the conversation. I smile and watch them squirm from discomfort. I'm waiting for the day when someone asks what is a mother's room. Then I can make really them uncomfortable. Saying the word breast at work makes every male panic. It must be from all the sexual harassment training. Hehe.

Probably the only plus from pumping at work (yes yes I'm also providing food for my baby) is that it gives me time to read. I fogot how much I read pumping for Teagan. I never get quiet alone time to myself. I just finished The Sh*tty Mom. I plan on writing a post for this book. It is HILARIOUS. It makes laugh out loud. It's a must read for any mom. Thank you to my sister-in-law for buying me it. Anyways...my mother's room is on a busy hallway. I wonder what people think as they walk by and hear the repetitive pump (suck suck suck suck) along with laughter. It's all fun and games in the mother's room. :)

The joys of being a pumping working momma!

Love,

First Week Back To Work

First week down! I think the first week back to work is one of the harder ones. It's an adjustment and you're trying to figure out a schedule that works for you, your family, and employer.

Another hard week is when your baby starts to show attachment and cries when you leave her at daycare. I remember that was around eight months for Teagan. I'm not looking forward to that milestone.

Highlights from my big week:
-Lacey cried all day her first day. Poor sweet baby. But the rest of the week she was better. She was smiley when I picked her up on the 3rd day.
-I made it to the half point of my commute before I cried on the first day and no tears after that :) With Teagan I cried when I pulled out of my subdivision. I consider this a win.
-I forgot my pin to get in my office and had to call someone to be let in. My team had made bets if I would forget. But I did remember my computer password. Another win!
-On the first day, I realized one of my breast shields (part of a breastfeeding pump) had a crack in it. I could only pump one side at a time and spent more time pumping. Fail.
-My water bottle of 7 years (a Nalgene bottle) had a slow leaking crack in it and puddled on my desk. I bought a pretty new pink one but I was sad to see my old one go. Yes, I was attached to my water bottle. 
-Still trying to figure out a schedule. My hubby did both drop off and pick up from daycare most days since with my commute and having to pump I'm gone 11 hours!

I'm thankful to have Fridays off this time around. Workday evenings go by so fast and Lacey is pretty sleepy in the evenings. A three day break is much needed.

It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be and I now agree that it is easier to go back with the second child. I was more stressed about the anticipation of going back then actually going  back.

First day back

Love,

How to Survive Your First Day Back to Work From Maternity Leave

Well it's actually pretty easy to survive the day since time will eventually pass and it's highly unlikely you will die. Just remember to breath and the day will end, sometime. But here are some tips.

Getting Out the Door
This will not happen at the time you want. Be prepared to be late. You had weeks or months of not setting your alarm. Now you have to change your pjs before noon plus get cute baby fed and dressed. Cute baby will decide on a different schedule then you planned  (like waking up before your alarm, or demanding to be fed while you are in the shower).

Packing Up Baby
If your daycare allows, drop off all your baby gear the week before. Diapers, wipes, bottles, change of clothes, pacifiers, etc. You'll have enough on your plate the first day. Have one less thing to worry about.

Leaving Baby
Cheat and have your husband drop of baby at daycare. Or if you can handle going, bring husband along for support. It is easier if you're not alone. Or if your stronger yet, do it yourself.

Write down a list of baby's likes and instructions for the caregiver ahead of time. You will forget something if you verbalize your wishes the morning of and the caregiver may not remember everything you say. This will ease your mind during the day.

Commute
It will suck. No matter what time you leave, there will be traffic and construction. And you will have forgotten how unfocused other drivers are (playing on their cell phones and whatnot). Your sleep deprived self is just trying to stay awake. Between you and them, it will be an interesting game of bumper cars.

Quickly turn the radio station when a slow or sad song comes on. You will be over emotional. Hear any sad song and you will lose it. Only happy dance music today ladies.

Arriving at Work
Do you work at an office? Do you have a work badge? Congratulations if you found your work badge. I would consider that as being productive for the day. You will forget your badge pin or computer passwords. You think you know them? Wrong. It's muscle memory. Don't think, just push keys. Be prepared with phone numbers of who to call when you realize you don't remember. Once you log in, you will now need to reset your passwords. Great. You need to remember something new. Don't they know you're a new mom.....with a major case of forgetful mom brain? Good luck. You will call the help desk a 2nd time after lunch to reset your forgotten new password.

Tasks
Your tasks for the day will include making up missed training while on leave. Get a cup of coffee. Those videos from high up execs make a good lullaby for sleepy mommies.

You will also have many "what the hell was I working on before leave" moments. Tracking down your over worked team lead will be another challenge too. Plan on producing nothing. Besides you were already productive by locating your work badge.

If you feel the need to actually do something, rearrange your desk. You'll need to find space for all the baby photos you brought in.

The Best Part
Coming home to your smiley little baby. You won't be able to put her down. You can ignore dishes or house chores without guilt.


Good luck! Don't let the working mom guilt get to you too much!

Love,

Tomorrow I Go Back To Work

Tomorrow I go back to work.

Tomorrow I will drink a cup of coffee, or two, or three.

Tomorrow I will wake up before sunlight to try to get myself and two kids ready and out the door on time.

Tomorrow I will listen to my radio station instead of a Mickey Mouse sing along CD for the one thousandth time.

Tomorrow when I get to work, I will wonder how my sleep deprived self made the commute.

Tomorrow my arms will be empty.

Tomorrow I will check the clock often and gaze at photos of my sweet girls.

Tomorrow I will eat a lunch with two hands and not be interrupted.

Tomorrow I may shed a tear, or two, or three.

Tomorrow I will have to pump milk, instead of feeding my little baby myself.

Tomorrow I will race home, prepare dinner, play with our 3 year old, love on our baby, give my husband attention, clean up dinner, give the girls a bath, and then crash on the couch.

Tomorrow my  house will not be picked up.

Tomorrow I will stress over finding time to exercise.

Tomorrow I will declare there are not enough hours in the day.

Tomorrow I will call my mom crying, saying I just can't do it and her words will give me the strength to pick myself up and carry on.

Tomorrow I will be maxed out.

Tomorrow I will I will feel empowered, that I am a working woman, mother, and wife and I can do it all.

Tomorrow my afternoons will no longer consist of cuddle naps.

Love,

Quote

I came along this quote and wanted to share it:

"The phrase 'working mother' is redundant."  ~Jane Sellman

Love,

Last Week of Maternity Leave

Oh how these past 10 weeks have flown by. I blinked and I had a baby and my maternity leave is over. You would be correct to say I'm sad. I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach. Almost like I've done something wrong. It's a guilty feeling or going back to school after summer feeling.

I will never have a block of time off from work like this again. Well not until I retire. I will never have unscheduled carefree weeks where I lose track of the days, stay in our pjs till noon, or spend the days snuggling with Lacey on the couch. I feel like by sending Lacey to daycare, I'm giving her up. I know that sounds silly. She will always be my daughter and I will have time with her on the weekends. But that is how I feel. She'll start going to bed early and I won't get much time with her during the week.

Since I've recovered and it's my last week home, I kept Teagan home from daycare. We jammed packed our days. We explored many parks, had playdates, went to the library, zoo, science center, and a fair, and finally got some swimming in. I'm exhausted. It is challenging going out with a 3 year old and 2 month old. Both are demanding in their own ways. But today on my official last weekday off, Teagan is at daycare and it's just Lacey and I. One last cuddle day. While though my stress level rose a few times this week with both girls, I'm missing Teagan already.

Here are some pics from our week:

Love,

Healthy

Hallelujah! 

I will sing it again,

Hallelujah!

I am healed.

I had complications with my C-Section recovery. I'll spare you the details. I didn't feel like myself until about 7 weeks after my surgery. Besides being physically down, I was emotionally down. I have a hard time "taking it easy." I like to do things myself. Having to wait many weeks to heal was hard for me. Besides not being active, I didn't want to spend my maternity leave disabled. It's so short. It's not fair. 

The hardest part about my slow recovery was not being a 100% mommy to my 3 year old daughter. I didn't trust Teagan not bumping into my incision. She loves to climb on me. Every time she came near me I threw up a hand or an arm to block her. How awful is that when your mommy pushes you away? I was bound to the couch and I couldn't help with bedtime. Her daddy brought bedtime to me. We read books on the couch instead of in her bed. I hated not being able to pick Teagan up, hug her tight, or help care for her. I'm so thankful she has daycare. I couldn't imagine recovering with her at home. How do stay at home moms with C-Sections care for older children? I was sad I couldn't be there for her. I missed playing with her. 

I healed so fast with my first C-section for Teagan. I worked out at 5 weeks, went water skiing at 7 weeks, and ran a 5K at 10 weeks. This recovery was so different. I tried to go on a walk at 5 weeks and became achy. Just from a walk! Its difficult being injured in the summer. There is so much to do and I couldn't even go swimming. 

Enough of the pity party for me because I am healed! I even started jogging again this week (8 weeks postpartum). While though I'm so out of shape and jogging feels awful, I put my chin up high and remind myself how good it is to MOVE and to be healthy. 

My family at one of those Color Run 5Ks last summer

We are so blessed that Lacey is a beautiful healthy little girl. I would take any pain or complication to have a healthy baby. It's all worth it.

Love,