We did it! Hannah spent a whole day at the centre, and I ran a full-day editing and proofreading workshop at Write. Back in the saddle, it felt great. It felt like I’d never been away (in a good way!). I couldn’t have asked for better workshop participants.
By about 3pm I was getting nervous, so I rang the centre. One of the caregivers went over what had happened during the day — how long Hannah’s sleep had been, what she had for lunch, how much she’d been crying. She’d had patches of being upset and patches of being happy. She’d fought like a demon before falling asleep.
She’d just been her little self, getting used to something new.
Daniel picked her up before 5pm, and I arrived home by about 6.15.
I hadn’t thought to bring the breast pump to work, so when I got home my boobs were bursting! I pulled off my top, and Daniel jumped in horror. My swollen boobs had big veins of milk sticking out. I looked like a superstar dairy cow. Hannah drank so much milk that half an hour after falling alseep at night, she woke up vomiting.
Note to self: on Friday, take the breast pump to work!