Starting Monday, I will be with you in the afternoons. I asked my boss to work from home part of the day, to maintain milk supply. Being with you stimulates production. I figured it'd be fine, since most people I interact with are in other states. She refused, as she could not measure performance if I worked from home half the day. So I decided to use my unpaid leave, referred to as Bonding Time. I'd think performing my job would be more important than her measuring it... When you grow up, be the highest level female at work.
I wonder if you'll notice the change.You've been acting differently since I returned to work. When you see me, you want to nurse, even if it's not feeding time. When I came home yesterday, you made a move to the boob. I ignored it, since you had over an hour until the next meal. You gave me a look, which I didn't understand, and started crying. Eventually I figured that you wanted to nurse, and that mystery look meant that you took offence at me for not offering my breast. I'm sorry, little struggle bunny. It takes time to learn your ways.
As well-deserved of its name, we will fill our Bonding Time with fun activities. We'll take walks to greet your animal friends - the squirrels, the birds, and the deer, we'll run around the lake once you fit in the jogging stroller, and visit Dad at work for lunch. We'll also take grandma Roza to restaurants she likes. She's been taking care of you while I'm at work. More on your adventures with grandma Roza in another blog entry...
By the way, I ordered this outfit for you today. Can't wait to see you wear it.
Love,
Mommy.
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