After being off work for two weeks, I knew that today would be hard to go back. I am feeling sluggish and work can be, well...so much work! Yesterday after a two week hiatus from yoga, I went back for my Sunday morning class. I was really looking forward to it and got there early.
I sat in the lobby by two girls who were also there for prenatal yoga and they were discussing their baby nurseries...paint colors, cribs, bedding, etc... I sat there thinking about our "nursery"/study which is full of boxes of clothes, knick-knacks and military garb, oh and a queen size bed. The walls are very much white, and will likely remain that way until we move out. My thoughts quickly shifted the the house we just sold- the 4-bedroom with closet space galore. Not that I wish we still had the house, but I couldn't help but think about which room I would have selected as the nursery.
Back to class. Today's class was jammed pack, and per usual, everyone goes around the room and says how many weeks they are and how they are doing, etc... I was 3rd to go and I mentioned feeling kinda sluggish and a mental block about going back to work tomorrow, after having 2 weeks off. The instructor, who I now find incredibly annoying gave a pity-smile. I though to myself "If only you knew what I would be stepping into tomorrow!!" Then there were two different women who proudly announced that they were at 26 weeks and that tomorrow would actually be their LAST day of work. Before I knew it, my eyes were welling up. 26 weeks? Last day of work? I still have 8 long summer weeks left to go of being on my feet, going from hospital to hospital, dealing with other peoples' crises and demands, meetings and more meetings. I had to stop myself from going too deeply into my one-yogi pity party! I made it through the class, but my mind was distracted. I had a sense of dread about the demands that awaited me. I think that I realized that if going back to work tomorrow, after only two weeks away, would be hard...then how much harder will it be when I return after my maternity leave?
I tried to pump myself up about today. That maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I anticipated. I barely slept and when I woke at 6:50 a.m., I had an hour's worth of voice mails (and that was just from Sunday) to go though and 9 patients in 4 different locations. All of them were new to me and had their own complexities. I lay there with tears streaming down my face. I did not want to go in. Where would I start? I was already tired. I made it into the office and printed off a mountain of papers to take with me on my way. When I arrived at the hospital and started to engage, it really wasn't that bad. I was reminded that I have a greater purpose than just being content with my leisure time. My work was chosen by me, and I by it. I was reminded that the people I work with are special people who are my friends and that I would not have them in my life if I did not rise to the occasion M-F from 8-5. They have to work too...I am not the only one! I have a supervisor who I respect and who knows the struggles of this work. When she saw me in the office, she said "I thought I would find you crying in here." I said "No, I already did that!." It's nice to be understood, and then I went about my day. It ended up not being that bad and I allowed myself to do what I felt comfortable with, knowing that I will get to the rest of it all tomorrow. And it will be okay.
Tomorrow I go in for my 30-week appointment, and I am excited. We are getting so close to meeting our baby daughter! Even without custom paint and coordinated nursery bedding, she will have the best life and ours will be better for it too.