Monday, September 16, 2013

Back to Work Countdown


It is hard to believe that I go back to work next month, in just 3 weeks actually.  It doesn't feel like Will is old enough, but I realize plenty of mom's have to go back when their little ones are only 6 weeks old.  I can't imagine that and am beyond thankful for having stored up so much vacation time over the years, as well as such an understanding employment situation that is allowing me the full 3 months.  Since everything with Will is based on "adjusted age" he won't actually start in daycare until a couple weeks after I go back to work when he is adjusted to 8 weeks old (HUGE thanks to Grammy and Papa for that help). 

The paperwork for infants in daycare is pretty detailed and rightfully so in order to pass along things like what is upsetting or soothing, what schedule the baby follows, eating and sleeping habits etc.  Around the last month before going back to work with Lydia I started tracking her patterns to see if she was developing her own schedule, so I plan to start that with Will.  I may be surprised when I actually track it, but I think he is still emerging from newborn patterns so I am delaying some of that paperwork.  What is clear now is he likes to eat and gives no warning before announcing he is hungry.  He likes his nuk and his swing and doesn't like his vitamins.  He tends to urp a lot, but otherwise we just go with the flow.

Lydia probably won't even notice my going back to work.  She has been going to "school" several days a week even on my leave and always has fun, although lately she has been asking in the mornings if today is a stay home day.  I haven't figured out yet if she is hoping for a yes or no answer.  She is very excited though to bring Will to school with her and show him the baby room. 

Besides the heartache of leaving the kids again (for me, not them) I am slightly anxious that the right brain cells won't turn on again.  I haven't been at work since the first week of May, when I left rather abruptly and landed myself in the hospital.  Not that the idea of adult conversation and not being puked on isn't appealing, I just hope I can get back into the swing of things without too many bumps.  I'm sure my coworkers and my patients hope so too! 

Wonderful State of Chaos

The past weeks have flown past since Will came home!   A few people recently asked if I was still keeping up this blog, and I realized I have started various entries multiple times, only to get sidetracked with spit up or diapers or Lydia's imagination.  It is a wonderful state of chaos.  Lydia continues to be sweetly devoted to her little brother, and he is growing and thriving.  Since really he was just due a couple weeks ago, he is essentially still a newborn in most of what he does.  Basically that is eating, sleeping and filling diapers.  Add in a hefty dose of puking and our day is complete!  I think I get puked on more in a day than I get to shower in a week, so we're working on reversing the shower to laundry ratio too.

Will had been doing well enough at our last check up that we no longer have to fortify/supplement his milk, and he caught on like a pro to nursing.  Our lactation consultant told me we were her heroes since apparently most preemies/moms don't get to the point of exclusively breast feeding for a number of reasons.  While it is a personal decision for everyone, it is important to me and I am proud of us for sticking with it.  He doesn't have a formal weight check again until later this month, so I attempted a crude weight at home with him last week, and he was up to a nice 10.5 lbs!

Lately he has started having more awake moments, and I believe even a few real smiles which has been a treat to see.  Lydia loves to help with tummy time, laying down on the blanket in front of him saying "look at me Will, look at your big sister" and gets genuinely excited when he picks his head up to do so!  I admit to asking myself everyday how long I have until this gentle sibling love is replaced with rivalry or jealously or something else, and continue to be amazed at how lucky we are.