I can’t believe Ollie is over 9 months old and has now been in the world for as long as he was growing in my tummy – utter madness! Ollie is developing at a speed faster than light at the moment and literally changes everyday. He is very much growing from a baby into being a toddler and it’s so lovely to see.
I’ve done my first full week back at work albeit three days but the important thing is I survived. That’s not to say it wasn’t hard or that I wasn’t emotional, especially on that first morning. I should have hung a sign around my neck – don’t ask if I’m okay, I will cry!
The fateful day has arrived, I am on my last day of maternity leave and due back to work tomorrow. (Casually throws up) I dropped Ollie off for his last settling in session at nursery today and was official baby free for four hours.
While at certain times I have longed for an hour to myself to sleep, eat or paint my nails or generally do all those mundane things which become a ridiculous challenge once you have a baby, I do find myself lost when he’s not there and keep looking around or trying to listen out for him. One thing which I find really strange is going out without a pram, I can get places so much quicker.
Oliver is now 6 months old and we’re at a stage where I’m getting a bit more sleep and I’m confident in everything I’m doing with him that I can really enjoy our time together without worrying if he’s had enough milk, or sleep, or if his poo is the right colour (to all those without kids yes you really worry about this stuff, it’s crazy I know!). I’ve recently been negotiating my hours for when I go back to work and it’s now hit me that spending everyday with Ollie has an expiration date.