you know that feeling… agonizingly counting the days for confinement to be over.. only to be painfully aware that it also means you’re closer to having to return to work.. and spend less time with your newborn (as well as your firstborn)
that’s why this post is entitled such.. am actually dreading the day…
sometimesÂ i wake up in the middle of the nite and i can’tÂ fall back to sleepÂ thinking about that day… afterÂ gazing at bothÂ kakak and anaqi sleeping peacefullyÂ …Â and trying to imagine not being around them 24-7
it helps though… that i know i will be leaving them with family while i head off to the office
it helps too… that i have kakak who is such a grown-up who keeps assuring me that i shouldn’t be worrying abt her and her baby brother.
it helps further… that i am actually in the midst of concocting a plan .. to suggest a switch in job responsibilities which will probably give me mundane tasks but ensure the latest i’d be home will be by 6:30 pm.. instead of 9 pm like beforeÂ (whether i’d be successful – that’ll depend on what my dept head has in mind for me instead )
here’s to surviving the d-day