After almost four years of trying to conceive, one miscarriage, one ectopic pregnancy, one failed insemination and one successful surgery later, I am finally a mommy.
What started as a blog detailing my sometimes heartbreaking journey with fertility, has become a blog detailing my life, motherhood, and other lagniappe.
Thanks for reading, y'all!
When I first went back to work I knew it would be hard. I knew it would take some adjustment. I received some great advice on how to transition back into a working schedule and was told that it gets easier. Well, I'm about a month in and it hasn't gotten easier yet. Some days are better than others but overall I can't help but feel such a profound sense of sadness. Sadness that I'll never get these days back. My baby is growing and getting so big, and I'm not there for it. I'm gone 11 hours out of the day, 5 days a week. In case you can't tell, today is one of the bad days. I cried when I went to wake up my daughter from her peaceful slumber. I cried because letting her sleep as late as possible means I get zero time to really hold and snuggle her. I change her diaper, strap her into her car seat, and we are out the door. I hate having to leave her. It just isn't fair.
Now I know in a lot of respects I'm one of the lucky ones. I have a job. I have …