The Balancing Act

I admit, I cried when I returned to work. Before having my daughter, I would have put in 10+ hour days and worked from home on top of that without a second thought. Being away from my 3 month old for more than 12 hours a day  thanks to a hellish commute. It was hell for both of us and contrary to reassurances from other working moms, the routine did not get better. The Little Empress began to reverse cycle, ie. taking the majority of her feedings as nursing sessions during the time I was home.

Meanwhile, I was a complete wreck at work. My heart just was not in the job any more. The breaking point came when The Little Empress was barely four months old and went on a bottle strike. Despite several tries with different bottles and even sippy cups, The Little Empress refused to drink anything that was not breast. My husband spent two warm days, waiting with my daughter in our truck, bringing her to me every three hours to nurse because she simply refused to eat any other way.

That was when I knew I had to find a way to stay home, for my daughter’s sake (as well as my husband’s sanity!) God blessed us as my husband found his dream job. While it paid far less than I made at the time, we decided to take the plunge: my husband would become our main source of income while I took care of our daughter and pursued a long held dream of mine to become a freelance writer.