how not to feel like a bad mom (or bad employee) when you send your baby to daycare 

My Experience

I started back to work full-time  a week before my daughters first birthday.  I was 50/50 about going back to work, I really enjoyed my time with her, but also felt like I needed to go back, but I wasn’t sure if I would want to be there when I got back.  While I was pregnant I had seen interviews and read articles about mom’s who went back to work and other’s who returned part-time or not at all.

What I realized is that many women who stayed home with their children and then decided to try and go back to work after years, found it very difficult to find anything, as they weren’t sure what their employable skills were now, and employers weren’t sure either.  They felt left-out and lost, and other women were advising against not working at all for so many years, saying to instead keep your foot-in-the-door with something part-time, so that it is easier to transition back to full-time once you are ready.  That way you won’t feel unemployable or out of the game.  But I also read and heard other women speak about working part-time and concluded that they felt all over the place.  Working part-time meant they actually worked during their days off and didn’t get paid, in order to feel like they could do their jobs effectively.  Meanwhile feeling guilty about work encroaching on their time with their kids.  A colleague of mine just resigned after six months because she worked part-time and felt like she wasn’t a good mom or a good employee.  Of course if you have a part-time job where you only work set hours, don’t have a work phone or laptop, or clients and emails to respond to, then the situation is different.  However my job is not this case, as I work in advertising/branding, and I knew I would rather be good at my job and be a great mom when I do have time with my daughter, than never feeling good enough as an employee or a mom.

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how I try to prevent & treat baby cold’s

My Experience

Christmas morning my husband woke up sick on our baby’s first Christmas. My parents were visiting from the US and my mom also started not to feel great but a different sick then my husband.  At this time our baby was three months old and sleeping in our room still in the Snuzpod (co-sleeping bed).  I knew I couldn’t get sick and that I didn’t want the baby to get sick either because they are so tiny and you can’t give them anything to relieve symptoms.  What makes it even more heart breaking is that they can’t blow their nose so they often struggle to breathe when they are congested.

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