Raising Will


Firsts and looking forward…

Well today ended up being a crazy busy day! Went in for a visit to work and touched base with all the old haunts. Still freaking out about going back but I guess it’ll all just happen before I know it and I won’t have a choice; probably for the best. I’ll look at Will one Saturday and say “Oh my, where did you come from little fella? Oh… that’s right. I have a child!’

I’m not looking forward to that moment when I first realise ‘I just went thirty minutes without thinking of him’. I’m not looking forward to the first day I pick him up from childcare and he’s got a scratch on his leg from a stick in the playground, and someone else fixed it up for him. I’m not looking forward to the first week he decides he doesn’t cry anymore when Mum leaves. But Will doesn’t know any of this. All he knows is that he’s not looking forward to doing this twice a day for the rest of his life…

You Brush your teeth! Ch-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch-ch-ch!

You Brush your teeth! Ch-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch-ch-ch!

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When the bubble bursts: Heading back to work after Maternity Leave…

At some stage throughout most pregnancies, maternity leave will enter a mother-to-be’s life. Some women love the break and never return to work. Some women, amongst other reasons, hate feeling isolated from the adult world and return to work as soon as possible. Some families can’t afford for mum not to work. Some families can’t afford the childcare. No matter what your situation is, maternity leave calls for big decisions. And in the last week I’ve been faced with several.

I have been one of those mum’s that has revelled in the maternity leave bubble. That 12 months where I can just ‘be’ with my little man and maintain the house (even if it becomes sporadic maintenance at times), build relationships with other mothers, attend to my baby’s and my own health needs, planning a holiday to Tassie, all without the worry as to how it affects my work. I was floating in my bubble above the ocean of happy families.

Now anyone that knows me and my husband, will know that we are desperate to buy a house. Seven years of renting with a revolving door of noisy neighbours is wearing as thin as the wall adjoining our unit to theirs. Chatting with our bank when I first began maternity leave we came to the conclusion that a home loan would probably not be comfortable for us until I returned to work and we were happy with that plan.  We’d wait a few months after I went back to work and start looking for a house around Dec 2011, whilst save save saving in the meantime.

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