Domestic Diva

Over lunch and coffee with my friend Kaley yesterday we came around to the subject of maternity leave.  Kaley is crazy busy, working tons and still taking time out for herself to do yoga classes and drive in to town to have lunch with me! I am a different kind of busy, with baby classes, play dates, dinner with friends, looking after my sister's kids from time to time, etc. 

She thought that it was pretty great that I got my whole day to devote to my little girl, and essentially talked about how cool it was that my job every day was to get up and foster, love, feed and marvel at my daughter.  How true that is.

I loved working. I loved going in and interacting with nurses, doctors, respiratory, pharmacy and other peripheral staff.  I loved educating families, cuddling little ones, getting high fives from toddlers and laughs from teenagers.  I love being a nurse.

I really love maternity leave though. I get a big sense of accomplishment doing silly little trivial things like baking, making baby food and talking babble talk with Abrielle.  I love that I get to sit at the computer every morning and write this blog.   I love that I have more time to spend with my nieces and nephew.  It's great being able to make plans with my friend and not really needing to check the calendar.  I'm also lucky that a lot of my friends are nurses and work shift work!

I love laying in bed with Abby and cuddling and talking to her.  I love that I have no rush most days and can sit in the semi dark and cuddle her instead of putting her right in her crib if she falls asleep nursing. I love that I have the time to get down on the floor and play with her. 

I also know that I lead a charmed life, and I am very grateful for that.  I have a really good baby, who sleeps tons, is incredibly happy and easy to please.  I have to sets of grandparents at an arm's reach to help out if need be, not to mention a sister, and tons of friends who love my baby.  I have a pretty ideal experience going on, one that is surely not going to be duplicated if another baby comes into the mix (I am well aware that baby will be the epitome of badness).  I know that it is going to come to an end soon and that I really  need to start preparing for that time.  But for now, I am just going to soak up every moment, bake a few more muffins and loaves of bread, and hold my sweet daughter close.

Life is good.