Well, guys, I survived my first day back to work. After boo-hooing a good three times the day before and then inching close to a meltdown right before walking out the door, once I stepped back into the salon, the time flew by!
This coming Tuesday will commence the real schedule. Yesterday was more of a dipping-my-toe-in-the-water sort of a day. Two clients, half a day, not bad. It was super helpful to experience my first “pump break,” seeing how much time that took and considering ways to be quicker and more efficient.
Bennett was DEFINITELY happy to see me come home, that lovely child. Right now, our biggest hurdle is getting him to take a bottle of breast milk. What can I say? The boy has strong preferences for the beauty of natural design. If you think about it, say a prayer that his resistence to the bottle doesn’t cause him to drop in weight.
The pediatrician felt the need to rub in the fact that Bennett’s height and weight puts him in the 10th-25th percentile. She wanted to be suuuuuuuure that I was taking my time to feed him and that I was feeding him often.
Grrrrr, grrrrrr, gggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrumble…
Well, someone has to be in the bottom, right? Considering the fact that Bennett’s being compared to a population of children who are usually on formula by now, that I’m the smallest person in my family, that Brian’s mom’s AND dad’s side are full of petite people, that Brian is two inches shorter than me and that Brian’s never weighed more than 125 pounds, I’m not THAT concerned about Bennett being in a lower percentile right now.
My son certainly seems like he’s thriving, growing and filling out in beautiful proportion. But it’d be nice if he didn’t try to starve himself when in childcare, holding out for Mommy’s goods and protesting the bottle.
So this is what I looked like on my first day back to work. I actually got this dress for 75% off at Zazu when I went on a retail therapy shopping spree, trying to distract myself from the grief of Samson’s passing. It seemed appropriate to get something cheerful and colorful to honor the long, beautiful life that my kitty had. They also sell a variety of charms, so I picked out one that had a cat on it in memory of my cubby cubs and wore it around my neck yesterday, too. I feel like the only thing missing from this First-Day-Back picture is a couple of pigtails, a lunch box and a school bus in the background.