Her bags are packed, medical consents are signed, and the tiny schedule of her daily activities is printed off. It's come time to say good-bye to my morning snuggles, my endless hours of staring at her, and (let's be honest) my Pinterest browsing, Bravo-watching way of life I've know for the past twelve weeks. Maternity leave is over. [insert tears] But I'm trying very hard to keep my positive outlook on why this will ultimately be okay.
1) Hannah gets to spend time with her Aunt Willa (my beloved and very trustworthy sister). If you're wondering why we call her "Willa", I have no idea, but if you find out let me know. Back to the topic. Hannah will still get her morning snuggles, she'll still be sung to several times a day, and she will be so very, very loved there. My nephews are excited that "Baby Hannah will finally be THEIR baby" I suspect there will be a day when Hannah doesn't want to come home from Willa's.
2) Justin will get the chance to learn Hannah too. From the moment Hannah was born, Justin's been a great father and so smitten by his little girl, but with Hannah nursing exclusively, we've really had the bonding moments. This will be their chance to get to know each other.
3) I have a reason to wear a bra for longer than 2 hours.
4) It's only three days a week. The added bonus of a nurses' schedule.
4) I went to school for a long time to do what I do. And while it's a love/hate relationship with about 80% of it being hate, I do love being a nurse. And I'm pretty good at it. Not excellent, but good.
5) I get to have adult interaction. Even if some of my interactions are with less than happy family members and puking patients, I still get to talk like an adult.
6) My evenings will be 1 million times sweeter when I get to see my little red-headed beauty at the end of the day. Her perfect smile and pointy cowlick will be waiting for me when I get home.
So here goes nothing, right? I can do this. I can. I can.
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