The Challenges of Being a New Working Mom

I’ve been back to work for three weeks now. Honestly, it’s not as bad as I thought it might be. I love Ellie dearly (and George, too), but Mommy needs to make some bacon! And it’s nice to have a little “me” time (gosh, I feel guilty writing that, but it’s true).

Being a working mom is challenging. Harsh realizations include:

1. I must now be a morning person. I was never a morning person (ask my husband…or my co-workers…)
. Now I wake up at 5:55 am. It’s very dark.

2. I must plan my outfits the night before…or else. I used to care more about what I wore. Recently, I wore a sweater on Friday and again on Monday (at least it was washed). 

3. I must invest in more post-baby pants. I’d like to tell you that all of my pre-Ellie pants fit, but I’d be lying to you. I realized that it’s awkward to wear maternity pants after baby is born: they just don’t fit right. The other day I was walking Ellie to her nanny share, and I thought my pants were going to fall off. I would really rather not show my derrière to Milwaukee Avenue.

4. I must start planning my meals. Unless I want to burn through all of that hard-earned bacon, I need to be better about bringing my breakfast and lunch. In the morning, coffees are now a must. Even coffee starts to add up…

5. I must not be too hard on myself, at work or at home. I was so worried I wouldn’t be the same worker bee I used to be. Really, it’s just that I need to leave on time now, but I’m still the same worker (at least I think I am!). 

At home, I get in the door and try to spend as much time as possible with my baby. Luckily she’s at an age when we can play until she goes to bed, so we get a good amount of time together. The fact that she lights up when I see her now is the best feeling. And although she sleeps through the night (yes, she has for weeks, and, yes, I know I’m extremely lucky), she has acid reflux and a pacifier addiction that makes her fussy when it falls out. The result? I’m exhausted. But I can’t imagine our family or my life without her.