Back to work

I've had my first full day at work and survived it.

It felt immensely strange as I entered the building, everyone else working away like yesterday, the day before that and the one before. Nothing changed. All as it was before.

All except the displays on the walls, the maternity cover person sitting at my desk, the new lady in reception, the location of all my folders and paperwork from a lifetime ago and Me. I'm not the same, because I have a baby now and she's on my mind.

My job used to be a big part of my life, but now it has to fit in with my family. After a week at work, I've discovered that I work harder when I'm there to make more time for my life at home. Conversations in the hall way have to be cut short, my emails are shorter, more to the point, I'm busier, more organised. Having a baby has made me quite brilliant at planning ahead, so time management is now a mastered skill!

The days I spend at work are so busy, that I barely have time to think about baby H and what she's up to for long periods of time. At first I felt guilty, but now I see it as healthy, my work gets my full attention and so does she when I'm home. My work has also given me a piece of me back that had been lost through becoming a mum, a passion I'd forgotten about. I feel quite liberated now that I'm back doing something that reminds me of me and more importantly, I feel like a good role model to my Daughter.