a working mom now

In which today I’m finally a full pledged working mom.

Yui woke up early this morning in that after giving her milk, she drifted back to sleep again. And since I haven’t dressed her up yet for daycare clothes (she had a romper on while sleeping, which is not allowed in the daycare), I had to wait for as long as I can before I really had to wake her up. Even so, I was right on time in the daycare and in the office.

I’ve been on leave for 8 and half months and I sure miss work. It was good to see the people in the office. But it breaks my heart to see yui crying when I leave her in the daycare and when I arrive. I think it pricks my heart more when she cries the moment she sees me while having her arms stretched out towards me. Because it’s like she’s saying “Mommy where have you been? I’ve been looking for you. I missed you”.

My health wasn’t at its prime on my first day. My nasal allergies (and colds/cough!) had a lousy timing, choosing today in making a comeback. Still, am thankful I had the energy and alertness despite my allergies and had the strength to babywear Yui from her daycare to our house. And am thankful that Yui’s empathetic nature understood that Mommy wasn’t feeling well. That instead of asking to be carried around as she always want when it’s not bedtime, she was content (and indeed looked very happy) just snuggling up in bed.

And speaking of baby wearing, for as long as I can, I would baby wear Yui to and fro daycare centre. She’s already very heavy, yes (more than 9kg). But the precious moment of seeing up close how round-eyed happy she is is more than enough payment for the effort.

Haha, I couldn’t see some structure on this blogpost. But one thing for sure. When working, you really also pay attention to how you look. It’s not that you’re just pretending you’re not one harassed mom. But that rather, to show that you’re very happy with your choice and with the blessings that are given you. And yet again it’s not only that. It’s more like asserting your own being. Not only Marjorie the mom nor Marjorie the wife (or daughter or friend und so weiter) but Marjorie per se.

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