As I settle into my third month of motherhood, I’m getting used to being asked tons of questions.
And I’m happy to answer most of them. As most New Moms would be.
There are three questions, however, that I think are taboo. These questions should never, ever be asked of a New Mom.
First: “Are you getting enough sleep?”
Sure, everyone knows that all new moms are sleep deprived, so maybe you’re just looking for confirmation. However, this question insinuates that she looks tired, which is almost worst than saying ‘You look tired’ because it shows you don’t have the guts to outwardly insult her; so instead you’re going to hint at the fact that she has circles under her eyes darker than a Kardashian tan.
Second: “Do you think you’ll have another baby?”
Honestly, people, her oven hasn’t even cooled down yet! Right now New Mom is doing all she can to make sure her baby is fed, diapered and happy – all while trying to stay sane, keeping an every-other-day shower schedule, and making sure she’s wearing a bra when company shows up. Now’s not the time.
But the worst question – and I mean THE WORST question – you can ask New Mom is this: “When do you go back to work?”
A little part of me just died even writing the words.
How am I supposed to leave this face???
No new mother who is home caring for her new baby even wants to think about the day she has to change out her pajamas into her big girl clothes, kiss her little one good-bye for way longer than a nap, walk out the door and drive to the cruel place that is holding her hostage from her baby for 8-10 hours, causing her to miss every coo, smile and milestone.
So, please, do us all a favor and Just.Don’t.Ask.
When we found out we were having a baby, we made the decision that I would stay home with him on leave for as long as I could. Our son was born via surrogate, which meant I wasn’t able to take advantage of my company’s paid maternity leave, because I wasn’t physically giving birth (don’t even get me started). But I was able to take advantage of FMLA (Family Medical Leave Act), and in the state of Connecticut you can take up to 16 weeks (most states it’s 12 weeks). Plus, it took six years for our little nugget to get here, I was going to do everything possible to spend as much time as humanly possible with him.
I MAY be breaking every parenting rule out there by letting him
nap on me all day but I don't care. I can't get enough of him. #sorrynotsorry
For those people who know me, they understand that I’m a severe Type A personality. I’m as organized as they come and a perfectionist, so I took my job very seriously. So they’ve been asking me about going back to work since my second week home. They know my job can be pretty demanding, with long hours and last-minute travel. These are all things that don’t mix well with having a baby at home.
And every time they would ask me when I was going back, I would muster up a smile and look them in eye, “The end of January. But we don’t talk about it.”
So instead, I play a little game of make believe in my head (and my own little world, apparently) that I’m not going back to work. It’s how I escape
obsessing thinking about leaving Max
Conversations in our house have been going something like this:
MR. KK: “When you go back to work…”
KK: “What do you mean? I’m NOT going back to work.”
MR. KK: “Right, right. Well, IF you were going back to work, what time would we need to get Max up?”
KK: “Well, I’m not. But if I were to guess a time in that horrible scenario, I’d say 6:30am.”
"Mommy? Please don't go."
Pretend is fun, but I’m a realist. So even though I’m not going back to work (wink, wink) we’ve started Max on the ‘When Mommy Goes Back To Work Schedule’, which pretty much starts to implement a regular time for him to get up in the mornings that allows me to wake him up, snuggle with him and feed him before I have to go to
the place that is robbing me of spending time with my son work.
The new schedule also allows me to have play time and bath time after I get
NOTE: Alternate names of this schedule are: ‘Mommy’s Sorry She’s Abandoning You Schedule’ and the ‘Watch Mommy's Heart Get Ripped Out Schedule’.
So please, ask me ANYTHING except you-know-what.
Because we’re not talking about that.