I'm not the fittest, but I did survive...

It was a long week, but we all muddled through. Thank you Mom for helping to make the transition just that much easier.

My first week back to work went remarkably well. I love my new job and it has been nice to catch up with all of my co-workers. I've been running into patients all week who have been delighted to see me and pictures of Jack. In my new position I now have the luxury of visiting a little longer with these patients and I just love it! It seems every few minutes or so I would get another phone call from a unit secretary asking me to come to their suite so I could visit with a patient asking about me. It feels good to know you were missed.

My new boss is not only incredibly smart, she's incredibly flexible. I will not have to worry too much about not being available to my child when he needs me (i.e. illness) and this takes such a load off of my mind. She is also encouraging me to get back into school sooner rather than later. Everyday I am there I feel more and more perfect for the job and grateful it is mine.

Jackson's first three days in daycare went well. He did all the things babies should do regularly and has even been taking three hour naps! I'm sure it's all the extra environmental stimulation exhausting him, but the more he rests the happier he will be. I'm still trying to get to know his teachers and get a feel for how they care for him, but so far I have no complaints. Robbie has been a trooper with getting up earlier in the morning and getting Jack to school and himself to work. I couldn't ask for a better partner in all of this.

The pictures are of Jackson's first day. My mom attended the big event and I am still so glad I wasn't there. I cried all the way to work just thinking about it. My conclusion at the end of this very big week is that each day got a little easier. I hope this trend continues.

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Anonymous said…
I LOVE the picture of Robbie and Jackson. What a beautiful family you have. After I went back to work with Joe I realized the dread of it was much worse than the actual event. Will continue to keep you in my prayers...Lonni
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