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Baby Henry has some sort of congestion-turned-mild-infection. Our pediatrician, who’s very firmly in the non-medicated, holistic camp of healthcare, has prescribed antibiotics. This is a problem, but not for the reason you think.

While I am not pro-antibiotics, I’m not necessarily anti-antibiotics. I think they should be used judiciously and wisely, as I know our pediatrician is in this case. I trust him, and I know he’s doing right by my son. Also, I know that Baby Henry is going to be just fine. He’s a strong boy, and his father is taking excellent care of him.

But this is a problem because it’s entirely possible that if I were home to take care of Baby Henry full-time, we would have been able to combat the congestion before it turned into an infection. But where am I? I am at work, twiddling my (gd) thumbs. Staring out the window. Attempting to correspond with colleagues. Failing. Clacking away on my keyboard, this blog as my only outlet.

I wrote last week of the delayed-release of my guilt hormones upon returning to work. This recent frustration does not bode well for my longevity as a working mother…

We’ve had a few hard days this week. Nothing terrible has happened. There have been no catastrophes outside the fairly minor (and oft repeated) issue of hitting the snooze button seventeen times. But the days have still been hard.

Last Friday, Henry came home early from daycare with a fever and with reports of diarrhea. All has righted itself now, but I think this first baby sickness triggered a disturbing thought: am I doing right by my son by working all day, every day?

It was all the classic separation anxiety stuff–Why am I not at home with him? How could I leave his care to someone else? Does he even know that I’m his mother? You know, the standard sprinkled with a liberal application of guilt, guilt, guilt. I think I escaped much of this early on after returning to work, only to have it rear its ugly head now.

So what about you? How do you cope with being away from your little one? Is it worth it?

I’ll be collecting tidbits of advice and reposting them in another entry, so advise away!