I'm heading to bed in a minute because I am t-i-r-e-d. But I wanted to say that my first day back at work wasn't THAT bad. I had a few "why are you back so soon?" questions on the train this morning, but managed to avoid responding with anything involving the words "my baby died".
The gang at work was happy I was back, and I had my fair share of pitiful looks and a few longer-than-usual hugs (not that I generally hug these people, but I hugged them goodbye before I started maternity leave, and so this time it was a longer, sadder hug). I cried a few tears, and managed to make some more senior people I work with cry too. score. ha.
Jack's name was spoken, and people expressed feeling a connection to him as I had referred to him by name while I was still pregnant. I thought that was very touching. He's mine (well, ours). But it is nice to know his impact was greater than I could even have imagined.
I will write more later, but it's bedtime for me now. Tomorrow the novelty might have worn off and I will hate work once again, but for today it was a good one.
Thanks for the well wishes and the happy birthdays too. :)
21 hours ago