Back to Work

I'm typing this from my desk and I'm more than half-way through my first day back at work. I melted down pretty bad last night while I was feeding her before bed. I thought about all the things I'm going to miss and how much I've loved being there with her over the last eight and a half weeks. But now that I'm here, even though I have this sense of longing to see her little smile, I'm doing ok. It probably doesn't hurt that she's with Grandma Marilyn for a while since she doesn't start daycare until August. The nice thing about the daycare is that it's across the street from my office, so I'll be able to pop in at lunch to see her. In a weird way, I'm a little grateful for having a c-section because I got eight weeks off of work instead of six. I know that sounds silly since her birth was so stressful and scary, but I'm trying to find the silver lining in it all.