…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.
Mother of All Things 
Oh hugs! I have been the one taking care of other peoples’ babies and I can’t fathom leaving mine with anyone. My mom thinks I’m crazy for feeling so strongly about this.