I went back to work today. Well, kind of. I did a half day, being trained on new equipment. For weeks I have been dreading this day, terrified of having to separate myself from my baby, nervous to the extreme of having to be an employee once again. Yesterday I had several tearful moments and last night I barely slept, partly due to anxiety, partly due to a rather windy baby.
The Princess and The Pea both went to nursery together, both were happy, both were dropped off by The Boyfriend as I couldn’t risk the slight chance that I might just drive us all somewhere nice for breakfast, sod nursery, sod work.
I went to work. Little Pea spent five hours away from me. I spent five hours without a child attached to some part of my body. I spoke to adults about stuff that didn’t include feeding routines, sleeping routines, or what centile the baby is currently on.
I did all this and the world didn’t end.