This whole working mom thing is exhausting. So instead of a real blog post I’ll give you this adorable photo to hold you over. Seriously. I die. The kid knows how to wear a hat.
A little update:
I’ve been back to work for almost a month. I actually really enjoy going to the office and then running out the door at 5 o’clock to get home to my baby. There’s nothing better than walking in the door after being gone all day to see that face light up when she sees you. On the flip side, this morning she cried when I kissed her goodbye. Talk about making my heart hurt.
Last Thursday she drank 5oz. which is the most she’s had to date. I was so excited and encouraged. And then on Friday she drank half an ounce THE ENTIRE DAY. So nothing. The moment I picked her up she started licking my shirt trying to get milk.
The upsetting thing is that she takes bottles from me. Yesterday she barely drank all day, so when I got home I decided to try to feed her from the bottle instead of throwing it out. She drank it.
We give her my shirt when I’m away, I pump milk fresh right before I walk out the door. I think we’ve tried everything. I’m really hoping we turn a corner soon, because I’m not sure how much of this I can handle.