My first week back to work started Monday. It was only two hours of mandatory training but it was enough for me. But you can read more about that day on a previous post.
Tuesday was my first shift. My day started at 4:30am. Little Man decided that would be a good time to wake for a feed. The night before Big Man had promised me he would get up during the night and feed him a bottle. However when Little Man awoke wanting his feed Big Man said he was feeling ill, like he was going to be sick. That meant I had to get up. Little Man went back to sleep pretty easily however I couldn’t get back to sleep knowing I only had one hour left to go before I had to get up. Eventually I got up, got myself dressed and had my breakfast. I woke Little Man up to give him a little feed and went on my way to work. I had training in the morning and when I got back to the ward I was ready to pump. However the one room we have to use was busy which meant I had to wait. By the time I had time to go pump and have my lunch there was only an hour left of my day! I had only been in the quiet room for about ten minutes before people started trying to get in. Apparently they wanted to use the room to have a conversation and they couldn’t find anywhere else. Which meant I had to finish up and get out in a few minutes. I had only just finished one side. I didn’t have long left before going home so I wasn’t overly annoyed but as a whole it was a pretty negative start to pumping at work! The room also has a giant window and I couldn’t figure out how to close the blinds. Or lock the door so I had to barricade myself in with big chairs. The downer was both my boys were ill and instead of being home looking after them I had to be at work looking after other ill people!
Thursday was my second day. This time I was on a late. Wednesday Little Man had slept perfectly. But Thursday he decided to wake at 6:30am and that was 6 and a half hours before I had to start work! I had training again and then off to the ward. I felt pretty ill that day, catching what both the boys had that week. There was no way I could call in sick to my second day so I jus had my fingers crossed that they would send me home. They didn’t and it’s okay because I actually had a good day. I felt crap, but my patients were nice and we had a good team on which made the day better. I also had a better pumping experience. The blinds were already closed and the door locked properly. I also got to pump at a reasonable time and then had my lunch break separate which helped break up the day. It does feel long being on a late though, compared to an early. With an early you feel half asleep until about lunch time and then you get to go home and enjoy your afternoon! With a late you do nothing much with the morning and end up finishing at 9pm so it just feels long and like you may as well have done a long day!
One more day of the week, Saturday, my first weekend working since last July! The boys will be together for it and I’m working until 3:30. So although I have to get up early and work it will be nice to spend the afternoon together. And I will have three days off after that. Hopefully I’m feeling better by then!