When I was on maternity leave I [halfheartedly] considered going back to work early for a practice day just to work with nothing on the line. I didn’t want the pressure of being short-staffed with a full waiting room, but I was never worried enough to come back early. That sweet baby took up every second, and before I knew it I was back at work for real.
I can’t believe how lucky I was! I worked with two great nurses and we had a nice shift (“slow” is a swear word in the E.R.) For twelve hours, I barely spoke of babies or breastfeeding. I’d forgotten how much I liked the people I work with–they are such go-getters. They do crossfit, they take Japanese lessons, they collect exotic sea creatures from secret beach locations. I love hearing about their adventures. Meanwhile, my sweet husband had volunteered to take the baby for the day so the transition was that much easier. No dropping her off with strangers–instead I got text updates and dad got a run for his money.
I got my practice day after all.
After just the one shift, it was back to the weekend! Carl and I met up with another family of go-getters who were brave enough to take their six day old to the beach. We loaded up the fans and shade creating devices to keep that baby cool while the boys and I took turns snorkeling. We joked that the bravest one was the mama who showed off in a bathing suit just six days after having a baby. What a champ!
Can you believe those baby blues? The water was perfectly warm, and filled with colorful fish–a snorkeler’s paradise. Our afternoon was capped off with Matthew spearing what we think was a parrot fish. We had such a great day with this little family!
Today is what we call a “rest and regroup” day. Groceries, cleaning, Neflix. I have absolutely no faith that this next week will be as smooth as the last, but I am so grateful.