Bittersweet night, the night before I bring Ellie to her first day of daycare, signaling the end of my maternity leave. These 12 weeks went by in the blink of an eye. It was a rough start, and I’m a little sad that just when I’m finally getting the hang of it, I’ll have to entrust her in the hands of others 4 days a week and have to find my new norm as a working momma.
I hope the weekly variety will help her make new friends and enjoy time with her grandparents. With my work-from-home Wednesdays giving a nice break to the commuting, I still anticipate the weeks to fly by faster than ever, even with those long nights when she still wakes me up at 4am for a bottle and some cuddles.