This Tuesday, I had to go back to work. Six weeks after giving birth I kissed her goodbye as she slept on her Dad's chest and headed to the office where I spent the most time away from my newborn since the day she was born.
Luckily we were able to arrange our time off so Sir Sunderland would get to spend the next month with her, postponing daycare.
And for the third, final day (I luckily work part-time and arranged a 3 day work week), it came and went. Knowing that I wouldn't have to be back for four more days made it that much easier. That and the support of family and friends in the form of dinners, inspirational texts and hourly pictures from Sir Sunderland.
And you know what? As hard as it was, I feel like going back to work made me a better mom. Friday was spent relishing my time spent with Gwyneth and not just surviving. Instead of moving through the motions, I was able to appreciate and enjoy her, something that I easily lost sight of when exhausted and hadn't left the house for days.
So I'll take solace in the silver lining and be grateful instead of resentful that I am raising my daughter in a time that empowers women to go back to work.