Big Changes - Part 1
New home, new job, new childcare center. During Micah’s first year, I got to experience all these huge events. Stressful, right? Did I mention these events all occurred within seventy-two hours of each other? There’s never a dull moment in the life of a new mom, but I was really pushed to the limit that particular week!
Let me back up a bit. When Micah was born, I was fortunate to be working at a job that I really loved. I worked in a fun yet challenging environment with wonderful people. My position required travel throughout the country, something I was happy to do up until my third trimester of pregnancy. Upon returning from leave, I was granted a six-month local stay so I could be close to my new baby at all times. Six months seemed like such a long time when I first returned to work, but as time went on, I felt like there was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. I had started to plan some business trips and each time found an excuse to cancel or postpone the travel. My supervisor was very supportive and worked hard to help me avoid travel as long as possible, but forever wasn’t an option. I knew I would have to get on a plane and leave my little Micah sooner or later, and the thought literally made me break into a sweat. Hubby and I discussed it at length and decided that my traveling during Micah’s infancy was not in the best interest of our family. Leaving a job I truly loved was a difficult thing to do, but I would do it ten times over to gain even more time with my child.
Our home relocation was something that had been in the works for a while. It was just an unfortunate stroke of luck that the moving date aligned so closely to my first day of work. Luckily, Micah wasn’t yet crawling when it was time to pack up the house. He was still happy to spend time in his Exersaucer or bouncing in his chair. I remembered a time when hubby and I could pack up all our belongings in a day or two. Our growing family had brought us more than a baby—we had all the gear to pack up, too! Maternity clothes, pregnancy and parenting books, different level bottles and Sippy cups, a billion pounds of clothing, baby swings and pack-n-plays. My father had come into town to help us pack up, and I’m so glad that he did. This move was exhausting!
The day after we moved into our new house, I felt like I was hit by a truck. I wanted nothing more than to lie around and ignore the stacked up boxes in every room. Instead, I had to locate bottles and clothing and make sure the kitchen was set up enough to make Micah’s food. We had a big week ahead of us. I was beginning a new job, and little man would start at a new childcare center. We chose another Kid ‘R’ Kids. With all the change going on in our lives, it was nice to stay within the Kids ‘R’ Kids family, a place we already knew and already loved.