And then I cried off and on until 6:30, when I pulled into my parent's driveway.
Every time I looked at her, or thought about leaving her, the tears started flowing. I think it hurt most to know that she would cry, and I wouldn't be able to comfort her. I was also extremely worried about the bottle situation; prior to this afternoon, we hadn't successfully introduced the bottle to Lucy Lu (don't you worry, there is a post coming on that).
I left Lucy at 7:05, and I didn't return home to my sweet pea until 5:25 - easily the longest day of my life.
Everyone was incredibly sweet and welcoming at work, and I had TONS of work to keep me busy, BUT the day moved at a snail's pace. I'm dreading the rest of the week. At least the first day is behind us...
I was able to pump three times throughout the day. I'm hoping to get on a better schedule over time, because it was a little overwhelming and awkward today. I noticed that my supply took a bit of a hit after my first pumping session; I didn't eat breakfast until about 9:00 (and I woke up at 3:45) and I didn't drink nearly enough water. Combine both of those factors with loads of stress, and you've got yourself a less than ideal pumping session. Don't fret, dear readers! I guzzled some water, and things improved almost immediately.
Believe me when I say that I am TRYING to find a way to stay home with Goose: Casey and I are taking steps to sell my car; I'm researching part-time jobs in town; and, I've drafted a new, single income budget. Hopefully one day very soon, this dream will become a reality; and, if not, my company has implemented a Flex Time program, that may enable me to work earlier hours and/or work from home.
Reunited at last!