And we have survived the first week of my wife being back at work full days, and for Izzie to be placed at the office’s nursery.
It has been a while since I have to wake up every morning from Tuesday to Friday at 6.30am, and it has been a challenge the whole of the week. Why so early? We have to give Izzie her breakfast, bathe her, and then prepare ourselves for work. The wife has to leave for work at 8am, and me at 9am.
The wife then brings Izzie to work. She carries her in the baby carrier, and together with her bag and Izzie’s diaper bag, she braves the peak hour rush on the bus and/or train to and from work. I’m amazed and am so proud of her. It is really not easy, and I have a new found respect for mothers.
Izzie is enjoying herself in the nursery as far as we could tell. The aunties there all love her and her antiques. And I’m so grateful that she doesn’t kick up a fuss when woken up at 6.45am on the weekdays. She will slowly rise, and then, with sleepy eyes, gives you a smile to say that she’s awake.
We’re into the second week of this new routine now. Izzie seems to be adjusting well to the routine. On weekends when she doesn’t need to be woken up so early, she would sleep in till her usual waking hour, which is around 10am.
Even as we conquer one challenge, there are new ones that are just around the corner. That’s what keeps life interesting. But that’s another post for another day….