Monday, 7 April 2014: One Year and Six Days Old.
Today was split into two distinct parts for Ayla and I; returning to work and returning to hospital.
RETURNING TO WORK
Today was my first day back in the office after nearly 55 weeks on maternity leave, which meant it was Ayla’s first full day at daycare.
Our morning actually ran quite smoothly; me up at 5.30 and Ayla up at 6.30, heading out the door at 7.30 and sitting down to work at 8.30.
Ayla was completely unfussed about getting dropped off at day care, despite having a mild temperature, and she was happy to go out into the yard with one of the carers with out so much as a backwards glance.
Ayla’s lack of anxiety quickly dissipated mine and as I got closer and closer to work I actually found my excitement levels rising.
When I arrived I was showered with welcomes, hugs and compliments from friends and colleagues that helped make me feel right at home.
I was a bit surprised at how happy and relaxed I was, only calling the day care centre once and spending the rest of the day reacquainting my self with the pre-baby life I’d unknowingly missed.
When knock off came I felt completely in control and reassured that I can in fact transition into life as a working mum.
However on arriving to the centre to collect Ayla I was met with concern for her ever climbing temperature.
RETURNING TO HOSPITAL
The day care centre mums had given Ayla Panadol moments before I arrived to collect her because she’d been irritable and uncomfortable all day with a temp ranging in the 38’s.
Had Ayla not just come out of hospital, and had she not just completed a long course of antibiotics I wouldn’t have been too concerned, probably attributing the temp to teething.
But as that isn’t the case we returned to hospital for a professional opinion, which was this; “a virus”.
It took four hours, a urine test, canulars in both hands for bloods and plenty of poking and prodding to reach that conclusion, which quite simply has no cure but to wait it out.
So our leisurely afternoon had turned into a saga and our early night became a late one.
Poor Baby Ayla, I just wish with all my heart she starts feeling better soon, she doesn’t deserve all this sickness.