what kills me

…is working two on, one off, two on, one off, one on. Somehow even though I work three days a week, it ended up like this. I feel like I’m leaving my baby to be raised by my mom. I hate it, absolutely hate it. I want to be there for the foods she eats, the babbles, the new moves. I want to know her every nap, every bottle, every cry.

It takes everything in me to leave the house in the morning. I want to spend all day with my baby, I want to so bad. I miss her so much while I’m working and feel like I’m missing out on everything. I can’t even put into words how much I hate that someone else knows more about her day than I do, even if that someone is her grandma.

Author: Mother of All Things

Mother by fostering, adoption, and marriage... wife to my best friend... Bay area critical care nurse... travel in my blood, reading in my bones, clean food on my mind!

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