Returning to Work and Starting Child Care
When I decided to try for a baby, I knew that if I did fall pregnant, then it was inevitable that one
day, I would have to go back to work and I would have to put my child into Child Care.
As awful as it was to think about handing over my own flesh and blood to a complete stranger, it
was years away. I mean I wasn't even pregnant yet. So why worry about something so far away.
I knew it would probably be hard at the time, but I just pushed the thought away. Little did I know
how quickly I would fall pregnant and how quickly that first year at home would actually go?
Baby Car Products
It seemed like I had barely put my box of personal items down from work before I was picking it
back up and putting it in the car. The car that now held a child safety seat, a nappy bag and an
array of brightly coloured musical toys.
I must say that the pit of dread and the tears that came every time I thought about Child Care,
started months before that first dreaded day ever arrived. Every time I would look down at my
tiny precious little angel I couldn't imagine being away from her, or even worse yet, letting
someone else care for her. I can't tell you how many times I held her tight as I fought back tears,
or let it all out in the shower whilst she slept.
Before motherhood I had no idea how strongly I would be attached to my baby, how strong my
motherly instinct would be, and how much I would love her. I couldn't bare the thought of being
away from her. Not for a minute, let alone ten long hours a day.
As much as I wanted to dismiss the reality of it, I had no choice I had to work towards that big
day. So, reluctantly I worked on getting her ready to deal with the routine of a Child Care centre.
I almost cried every time I thought of being without her or her having to be on her own. But I had
no choice it was going to happen. So I encouraged her to use a cup to drink water from six
months of age; I tried desperately to wean her off feeding to sleep, a