I WOULD like to complain, no antenatal
class teaches you how to cope when the day comes for you to return to
work....
Monday was easily the hardest thing I
have ever done, after two weeks of feeding, changing, going on walks
and generally being a hands-on daddy, the need to earn money prised
me away.
I did do my best toddler impression and
tried to throw a tantrum (in my mind, the wife doesn't need two
babies!) but the time had come.
I could have course not gone but pretty
soon we'd have had no house and I don't think it's fair to put a
newborn in a cardboard box.
Pam was amazing and did his night feeds
so I could get some sleep ahead of going back to work but when the
alarm went it was still full of dread.
I just about got dressed and made my
lunch before it was time to say goodbye. Held my emotions at the
bedroom door and then said goodbye to Pam and to Jacob who I swear
deliberately looked even more
adorable just to add to the moment.
But despite nearly being in tears on
the way to work, they both had a wonderful day and have had a great
week, me going back has given Pam a surge of confidence and I could
not be prouder of her.
As a result I feel better, yes I miss
them like crazy when I am at work and wondering what they are doing.
However, Jacob needs his mummy and
needs his daddy to love him and care for him but also protect him and
the best way I can do that is keep a roof over his head.
Should dads have longer at home? I
think so yes but to be honest the levels of paternity pay from the
Government are pitiful.
I lost £200 from my salary and that
was only with one week's paternity leave and the other as annual
leave.
But there is no better feeling than
driving home from a day at work knowing you will see your loving
partner
and baby.
I adore walking in and taking over to
give Pam a break, hillariously last night I walked in just before a
feed so changed his nappy, started to feed and what did Jacob do?
Fill his nappy.
Talk about a welcome
home......parenthood eh?
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