I went back to work on August 8, 2009 on a Wednesday, in the middle of the week as was advised by the lactation trainer. It wasn't bad the first day. The baby was with her father and I had three bottles ready to go. Being away from her is worst towards the end of the day when I know it's getting closer to me seeing her.
I call the house about twice a day to check on her and when my husband answers and puts her on speakerphone she responds to my voice, which is so cool. But other than having a shitload of work waiting for me, work is good and the baby is good while I'm at work.
I've had to adjust to my milk production being reduced since I'm not nursing around the clock, but the baby is still only taking me and we'll stay like that probably until she's six months old. She's is growing and as of late she's the smilingest (new word) baby I've ever seen. Sometimes I enjoy her so much I can't believe she's mine. I'm like, "wow, this belongs to me?" We take a trip in a few weeks and I hope she does well on the plane. I can't wait for my other family members to see her. She's mellowed out considerably around strangers and I don't mind taking her out and about around town. We went to Walmart yesterday and the colors and sounds seem to fascinate her. For the most part, for now, I've got a good baby.
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