So Wednesday was my first day back at work. Maybe I should say, Wednesday was my body's first day back at work. I'm pretty sure my brain (even today) is back in my trunk with the stroller and my extra diaper bag.
My day started at 4:15 am. I am a neurotic nut job and was way too anxious to wait for the alarm at 5:30 am. I got up, I pumped and I took a nice long shower. I started thinking, this will be a snap, I'm already ahead of the game! It was a good thing I got up and started getting ready when I did because Wilbur decided to get up at 5:45 am and once he is up, he does NOT like to sit there and watch me get ready. He likes to snuggle and play and if I try to ignore him, he screams bloody murder to remind me of who exactly is in charge. I dropped him off at daycare by about 7:15 am and was on my way. I did not cry, which was a good thing because I was pretty sure I was going to.
I walked into my office not sure if anyone would remember who I was, but luckily they did. They decorated my cube with little "welcome back" signs, they took me out to lunch AND, more importantly, took me out for ice cream. Some of the girls from my old group even got me some flowers and mostly I just spent the day adding security updates to my computer and rebooting.
However, I am still breastfeeding and so I had to take in the experience of the "Mother's Room". The first time I went in it was empty (thank God, otherwise I probably would have never gone back). I went in, I found a comfy chair, got a magazine and did my business. The second time I went back was in the afternoon and it had three other women in there... all double pumping, all with their shirts completely off and all either on their laptops or on their phones at the same time. They don't even hold the pump. It looked like something out of the Matrix or something. It totally weirded me out. I mean, it must have weirded me out because how else can you explain me getting lost on my way back to my desk?
After I left the strange human dairy farm, I was pondering what I had seen. I walked up the stairs to my floor, pump in hand, puzzled expression on my face, and suddenly stopped. Where the hell was I? I took a few steps, peeked around and realized... "this is not my floor". I walked back out to the stairwell and realized it said "3". Ah yes, this is not my floor. I belong on the 4th floor. My floor is earthtones, this floor is as grey as my soul. Thank goodness the rest of my day was spent starting and re-starting my computer. After getting lost going back to my desk, I don't think I would have done very well doing actual work that required actual thought process.
At 4pm I was ready to go. I packed my bags, got my dairy and headed home. Apparently Wilbur was NOT happy with me or Ehee for leaving him at daycare all day. He wouldn't smile or laugh. He basically latched on to his milk supply and went to sleep. The daycare people told me he does get better every day. Apparently I hold him too much so he does not like to be put down when he is there, and considering the fact that he is already 20lbs, it is probably a work health hazard for them to carry him too long. I don't want to put any of these poor women out on disability.
All in all, the rest of the week has gone well. I really wish I could stop shoving food in my fat face, but that is just a part of being back on the job I guess. I don't have any photos to upload today, but I will try to do so soon. I hope everyone is doing well!
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