Everywhere I look I see working moms and let me tell you: “I admire you!“. Knowing that you’re away from home and from your little one 8 hours a day makes me admire you even more. I don’t know how you do it. I tried the “working mom thing” and I failed. I don’t regret my decisions. I knew what I was doing and I know I choose right.
Getting through the first two years of parenthood was the easiest part. When David turned two I had to return to my full-time job (in Romania, you get to stay home until your kid turns two). I was prepared for the change that was going to happen in my life. Even my husband was prepared and very supportive.
However, little did we know how unprepared were we for the challenge ahead of us.
I know that a two-year old kid will have some trouble getting used to going to daycare. After we choose the perfect daycare for him and for us (we trust everything about it), we decided to begin daycare 2 months before I started work, when David was 1 year and 10 months old.
The idea was that he will get used to going to daycare until I begin working and, at least when he didn’t want to go or was sick, I was home and I could take care of him and he could feel protected and never left alone.
Being a little boy I expected that he will get a lot of viruses from daycare, but I didn’t worry. I had my mother who could help and stay home with my adorable baby when needed. I didn’t worry about that at all.
Little did I know that things were about to change. My life has come to a turning point.
My mother was diagnosed with colon cancer. One month before I started to work, she had an operation. I was by her side, comforting her. I understood then that I couldn’t count on her help anymore, the way I used to. At least not for a while. The only persons that could take care of my son was me and my husband. So, while I got used to the idea of not having any other help (my husband’s parents aren’t fit to raise a child) I was counting the days till my first working day since maternity leave.
So, my son turned two years old and exactly on his birthday he gets sick. He was diagnosed with otitis. He was not allowed to go to daycare (otitis is contagious) and he had to stay 10 days at home taking the proper prescription recommended by the doctor. I was like “What do I do now? Tomorrow I must be at work!”
So I called at work and I told them what happened. I was on sick leave staying home with my lovely boy for ten days. I didn’t even got the chance to see my work colleagues or my boss and I started working with a sick leave. What a great start!
I returned to work after David was better. But two weeks later he had the flu. I had an on and off relationship with my job. It was winter, so weather certainly didn’t make things better. Then began the running nose, the red throat and so on. Before I knew it, I realized that I finished all my sick leave days. I began to question myself “What will I do next?”
And then it hit me. One day my husband had a late meeting and couldn’t take our son from daycare. So I had to go and get him after work. I arrived late and my son was crying thinking that he was forgotten; that nobody will come after him. That was the day that I took the decision (together with my husband) to quit my job.
I had great expectations of my Etsy store. And if this was not going to work, we’ll figure something out (I love writing and started a freelancing career).
How do you handle your job and your parenting life? Are you a Stay-At-Home-Mom too? Do you have someone to help you with the kids?