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Back to Work

From the day Aaron was born I was dreading the day I had to go back to work. I didn't want to leave him, and I didn't want to go back to that hellhole. But the day came and I had to go back for a few days. At first I planned to go back for two weeks, then four days until the new year. Leaving him that first morning was so hard. I was in such a rush to get out of the door on time and forgot so many things, even though I'd packed the night before. 

I thought I'd cry the whole drive to work but I didn't. I missed Aaron like crazy all day and time went by so slowly. Aaron had fun at grandma's house though. 
On my way home Sammy called me on speaker phone and let me talk to Aaron. He said that he started smiling super wide once he heard my voice. 
I was so exhausted when I got home that I could barely hold him, then went straight to bed. On the second day I took Aaron to Sammy's parents. He was a bit fussier there and wouldn't eat or sleep consistently all day. 
Work was pretty crazy. The environment changed completely while I was gone, and we had to call the police three times. I made this collage and stuck it in a frame for my coworkers. 
He was pretty angry that night and didn't sleep at all. He was up every twenty minutes all. night. long. In the morning there was no way that I'd be able to make it into work and function that day. I called in, saying that I'd make it for my last day on Monday. My boss told me later that day to not worry about coming in on Monday and just call it good. So, like that, I was done. It was such a relief and still doesn't feel real that I don't have to go back there. 
I like to think that Aaron wanted me to stay home with him and that's why he was up all night. We had a nice day together that day, and I read up on 3 month sleep regression and started implementing a new routine for him. 
He pulled his hair out though. 
Remi was his guard dog. 

After spending a whole day together and putting him with his new routine, Aaron slept all night long. Seeing how messed up he got from just two days of me back at work really cemented for me that I need to stay home with him right now, and that it's all going to be okay. So here's to my new job as a stay at home mom!

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