Back to Work

My first day back to work was... hard. I cried over the weekend about it and I cried before I left. I made it through the day though, all the while wishing I were home. My mom got to spend the day with Harrison instead. I may have texted her all day about how Harrison was doing...

I was told he was very good. He ate a lot, more than what I could get while at work today, so we might end up having to supplement with formula at some point, which I didn't really want to do. I'm going to talk to our doctor on Friday about which formula will be best for Harrison, though, since we know of his reaction to cows milk (most formula is dairy based).

I feel fortunate that my job is letting me return part time and that we have two wonderful grandmothers who want to help with daycare. But man, do I want to be a stay-at-home mom. I'd mostly like to work on getting commissions to work from home, because I love sewing and still want to keep it as a career.

When I'm away, I miss cute faces. I feel as though tomorrow will be just as hard... #mopey