Back to Work

I have been very remiss about posting because I started back to work a couple of weeks ago. I had envisioned my husband arriving at my work with a screaming baby, the two of them outside my window (unfortunately I don't actually have an office window, but my fantasies have a little poetic license as well)crying for me to come out. I was quite prepared to quit my job and stay home with the imp. The main reason for this fear was Zoe's stubborn refusal to take a bottle. Of course all the advice I received involved "when she's hungry enough she will take it." This I countered with a article I read in the NY Times about an illegal immigrant mother who was separated from her breast feeding baby. The baby did not eat for 3 DAYS and only started taking the bottle after the woman's sister fed her expressed milk from her mother. There was no way I was going to let Zozo go three days without eating. I also figured the pressure of a crying hungry baby on my husband would be enough to render him a sobbing shell of his former self. But I was wrong....

Day 1 I woke up at 5:30 fed the imp and came to work. Every 15 minutes I feverishly checked my phone, waiting for the call. At around 9am I received an e-mail telling me Zozo had taken her bottle (2oz., with only minimal Daddy dancing, handwaving, and singing). This routine progressed throughout the day. Max had risen to the occasion beautifully. My fears of this


were replaced by the reality of a happy well fed baby and a husband and father bonding with his impishly cute daughter.