I hate having to take sick leave. I usually have my next day planned (at least mentally) before I leave work. (I am much more organized at work than at home…) So to take unplanned leave means that the momentum of the work week comes to a screeching halt. I don’t like it!
Not to mention being sick. Or caring for a sick, miserable child.
But I’ve had to call in sick at least three times since coming back to work from my maternity leave. (Can we come up with another name for “maternity leave” when it’s unpaid by either government or employer?! “Self-funded maternity leave” sounds a little too posh when you’re using your own hoarded vacation & sick leave plus unpaid FMLA leave…)
Sleeplessness does not a strong immune system make.
But after a busy birthday weekend with out of town visitors, a sleepover, merrily screaming boys, and a teething baby nursing all night, getting a little bug was weirdly just what I needed.
I was forced to rest. To lay around and do nothing but nurse the baby as necessary. To sit & watch her roll & scoot around the floor. To lay down for bed at 7:30 pm.
I haven’t slowed down like that in a long time. Since just after giving birth?
I needed that. Even if I was feeling icky. Even if I am now once again standing on a crowded train on my way to work. Even if there will be a lot of catching up to do at work.
But baby is still wanting to nurse all night. Maybe I’ll try to go to bed at 7:30 again tonight! Yeah, right…