I’ve officially completed my fifth week since returning to work after maternity with my second child. At least, I think it’s the fifth week, I’ve sort of lost track of the weeks… and days… and… what was I saying?
Only messing, life after maternity leave isn’t quite that bad! Although I must say that my short term memory really is that bad since popping out a second kid, but that’s an entirely different post!
So here’s how the first five weeks have gone.
Fine. It felt great to be back at work, getting back into the swing of things. I had planned loads in advance in terms of meal prep for the evenings, and even making sure we got to nursery half an hour early every morning so that I could enjoy a quick cup of coffee in relative peace before starting the day. By Wednesday though, the meal plan went out of the window and we resorted to Nando’s. Oops! I can’t go on enough about how great it felt to have a whole hour’s break for lunch! Sitting down to eat a hot meal, uninterrupted, is pure bliss after 10 months of barely managing to swallow a luke warm cup of coffee somewhere vaguely around lunchtime!
Sick. Sick. Sick. Sick. More sick. It was bound to happen, and I was fully prepared for the possibility, but still rather gutted when it happened. Wills came down with a bug this week, and I ended up having to take 2 out of my 3 days off work. I hate taking time off work, but as we all know, the kids come first. Wills ended up getting pretty dehydrated and we had to take a trip to the hospital to give him a helping hand with some fluids.
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OH NO!! 🤢 The beginning of week 2 back at work and this poor little man has literally just spewed his little guts up the second we approached the front door 🚪 He had an extra long sleep at nursery this lunchtime, and in hindsight I wonder if that was sign number one of impending sickness 😫😖🤢Hopefully he gets a good nights sleep and it's just a one off, so we shall see how the night goes. Obviously the kids are waaaay more important, but I can't help feeling a bit guilty about having to take tomorrow off with him after only a week back 😩
This week passed with very little drama, actually. I managed a whole week at work, no one got sick and Wills seemed much better. In fact, we even managed to enjoy a trip to the beach before work this week, and I think a healthy dose of vitamin D at the weekend did everyone some good. We ended the week enjoying Amelia’s friends birthday at her house on Good Friday, and thoroughly enjoying chocolate and roast Lamb on Easter Sunday. There was a dicey (and according to Mr C utterly hilarious) moment sorting the egg hunt out when I lost my footing and for a split second thought I had broken my ankle. Luckily it was just a bit of a twist, even if it does still hurt now!
Sick. Sick. Sick. Sick. More sick. It was already set to be a short week because Monday was Easter Monday so we had an extra day off. I had signed up for a couple of hours overtime to try to minimise the £’s lost from all the time I’d had off in week 2, but turns out it was fruitless. After more than 14 days had passed, and none of the rest of the family had been struck down by Wills’ Easter lurgy, Mr C and I began to silently congratulate ourselves on a well-swerved sicky disaster.
Stupid stupid stupid. Do NOT tempt fate people, be warned! On Tuesday, the staff in Amelia’s room at nursery called through to my room to let me know that Amelia hadn’t really been herself all morning. This had culminated in her refusing a very rare lunch of fish fingers and mash. This, they decided, proved she was ill, they took her temperature and it was 38.8C. She’d fallen asleep, and what did I want to do? The “Parenting of Sick Kids” rule in our house is turn-taking, so it was Mr C’s turn to come and pick her up. Aside from this, I unfortunately don’t get paid for sick or parental leave, whereas Mr C does. Having already lost nearly a week’s wages last week, we simply couldn’t afford for me to have any more time off. I won’t lie, it felt awful knowing I was working while Amelia went home feeling so poorly, knowing that she would be asking for me. Unfortunately, this is a battle that so many working parents have to face.
Just to finish the week nicely, I went home 2 hours early on Wednesday having spewed my lunch up in the staff loo, and topped it off with a killer migraine that left me unable to see for most of the night. Work-wise, I guess it was lucky that it was the end of my working week. Needless to say, though, we didn’t really get to enjoy much of our time off together. I was still feeling pretty crappy on Thursday, so Mr C had to take yet more time off to look after the kids while I languished in bed.
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👅 Another sick kid today; it's literally been like the revolving door of sick in this house for the last 3-4 weeks! This poor one looks like she has a case of Hand Foot & Mouth, had a temperature of 39C this afternoon, and as a result was picked up from nursery and spent the rest of the day languishing on the sofa with DVD's. Her tongue is out because "Mummy? Can we take a selfie please before I fall asleep again? I want to show everyone the spots on my tongue" 👅
All in all, it’s been a successful week! No one has been sick, no time off has been needed by anyone, and we have reached the end of Wednesday without disaster! I get my first full month’s pay on Friday (minus the time off I had with Wills) and although it’ll be slightly less than we hoped due to the time off, it’ll be nice to see some proper wages coming into my account. In the meantime, I’ve been working on our budget for the month ahead (tight!) and we’re all looking forward to a lovely day with Grandma on Thursday.
How about you guys? Have you returned to work recently (or not-so recently), and if so do you have any pearls of wisdom for me? Seriously, anything!!