Back to work

It’s been a week, now, and I’m still alive.

I went back to work on Tuesday and I have to say that it wasn’t half as bad as I feared. Good thing, too, because lots of my colleagues are off so it’s really really busy. I didn’t have much time to breath (only enough time to quickly delete some 450 emails) before I had to be back to full speed, which fortunately seemed to be relatively easy.

It’s nice to know that I can still use my brain, even though sometimes I still have trouble putting two words together. And since I know that Zak is taking extremely good care of our son, I’m not worried about him. I do miss being with him (with them), and I’m sure it will be worse when I’ll start hearing about all the cool things they will be doing together and about the next milestone he’ll reach without me. But it’s nice to come home to a little boy saying “Maman!” and running to see me and give me a big hug. And every time I think of him during my day at work, he brings a smile to my face. When I call home to talk to Zak, he wants to talk to me and when Zak takes the phone back, I can hear him ask “More!”, which is his favorite word (usually applied to fruits, but useful for so many other things).

So far maternity seems to help me be more zen about work and life in general. Even when I’m working on something crappy, I know that not too far away there is a huge smiley face waiting to greet me. It’s much, much more important! And our boy is doing really well, he hasn’t been grumpy without me, which makes it easier. He’s sleeping well, he’s nursing well when I am home and doing fine withouth the breast when I’m not. No, I could hardly have asked for a better situation since one of us does have to work… Well, we could do with a bit more money, but as they say, money doesn’t buy happiness, so we’ll just have to figure out a way to be happy with much less!

Time to take a deep breath

Elliot is doing much better. It’s amazing the difference. Yesterday, he started laughing again, which made us realize that we hadn’t heard that sweet sound in a few days. And this morning, he ate happily and didn’t fuss at all. We have our baby back! Seriously, I couldn’t recognize him anymore. My sweet, happy-going baby had turned into a fussy toddler who wouldn’t crack a smile despite all of our efforts. Let’s hope that it is not a preview of the terrible twos (or of his teenage years)!

Now that he’s his old self again, we have to get back on track with getting him used to his new routine. Oh, and one much forgotten task: getting ME used to a new routine. I have only two more days with my family before I go back to work. I still have trouble wrapping my head around the actual fact of what it’s going to be like. As much as I like my work (thank God!), the idea of being back into the 8 to 4 routine that won’t allow me to share Elliot’s every minute still hurts inside. I can’t imagine what it must be for stay-at-home moms on the first day of school!

Anyway, between Sherpa’s departure (that we haven’t had much time to grieve yet) and Elliot’s sickness, it’s been quite the last week for me and the first week for Zak. We are hoping to go for a nice hike tomorrow to celebrate my last day of freedom. And today we are still on the hunt for a bicyle – that is a long story but we have been hunting all week now, in between Elliot’s naps and bouts of fussiness. We are hoping that a bike, coupled with our Chariot, will be Zak’s ticket to freedom with (or despite) his baby…But buying bikes is even more complicated than buying baby gear (!!!). New or used? Good so it’s easier to ride, or cheap so we don’t lose our shirt if (when?) it gets stolen?

After all, I think I won’t have much time to breathe today again…


Ever heard of Roseola? Well, then, I bet you have kids…

Monday afternoon, after our baby’s nap, we noticed how warm he was and took his temperature. It went from 38.3 to 38.7, at which point we gave him tylenol. After 5 days of sleeping through the night, I had to take his temperature at midnight and wake him up to feed him (making sure he stayed hydrated) and give him another dose of Tylenol. The fever went down a bit on Tuesday, then up again in the evening, then really subsided Wednesday afternoon. We figured he had fought one of the 7 to 12 viruses an average toddler gets every year and survived it. Done.

Thursday, we went shopping, came home late for lunch and ended up with a major meltdown from our baby. The worst I had seen in a long while. Even after his nap he was super cranky. We noticed a weird rash developing on his tummy in the evening, but as he often has rashes and they come and go, we didn’t worry. We thought the crankiness was from the change in routine, as we are trying to wean him from the breast during the day (I’m going back to work on Tuesday) and Zak has been putting him to bed for naps instead of me.We thought a good night of sleep would help.

This morning, though our son was still super cranky and the rash was getting worse. I opened the BC Health Guide on the “guess what this rash means” page and Eureka! Our boy has Roseola. He has every single symptom to a T: 2 to 3 days of fever followed by a rash on the torso, back, arms, face… Lack of appetite, crankiness (!!!)… It’s good to know that there is a reason to his crankiness. Zak, who was already wondering why on Earth he had decided to quit his job and stay home, was definitely encouraged. Then after supper, our boy obviously started feeling better and his laugh came back. What relief!

So hopefully he’ll sleep well and be back to his normal self tomorrow. Then we’ll have to really get on to the day weaning (fear of dehydration and need of antibodies for combatting an actual virus got the best of us and we caved in to his demands today again). I also should disappear for a few hours while he’s awake during the day to get him used to it. It’s cutting it pretty close to the deadline, but eh, we didn’t plan this. What a first week for Zak (and a last one for me!)…