When I got pregnant I was sure I would return to work. I had worked in the field for 10 years. Had studied part time alongside working for 5 of those years to gain a Foundation Degree and an Honours Degree relevant to my role to enable me to progress in my career. I had then undertaken a further year of study to gain a Management and Leadership qualification, which I finished just before I had my baby. Being pregnant changed my perspective on what was important and it changed my priorities. They changed even more once he was actually here. Reorganisations and reshuffles at work also took quite a lot of the enjoyment away and by the time I left to go on maternity leave I was still saying “I’ll be back” but not as convincingly as I had been! Certainly not as convincingly as Arnie.

If you read my previous blog post Becoming a Mum you’ll know that, when I was struggling to cope with my little one, a Doctor suggested I may want to go back to work earlier than I had planned. I’d always thought I’d take a year off because I felt a new baby deserved as much time as possible with their Mum and also because the enjoyment I used to get from work had faded drastically and I didn’t really want to go back, which contradicted the Doctor’s view of me. I thought financially I probably would have to go back though for 3 days a week. I was realistic that my employer would need to consider my part time proposal and that nurseries need quite a bit of notice for the amount of days child care I would require so I arranged a meeting with my employer 4 months before my year was up.

After the meeting I was pretty certain I didn’t want to go back. So much had changed in my life over the last 8 months but somehow nothing had changed in my work place and it certainly needed to. Also, I had only really started enjoying being a Mum for the last couple of months and I wasn’t ready to give that up and only be with my cheeky monkey, as he was becoming, for 4 days a week. I held on for the response from my employer after the meeting, it wasn’t forthcoming, I chased and then thought, why am I chasing something I don’t want, so I phoned up and quit.

At that moment I felt amazingly happy, a little concerned that the pressure of bringing in the money now rested solely with my husband but he seemed pretty chilled out about it (he’s not all the time and neither am I) but I knew it was the right thing to do. I could now focus purely on being a Mum. I didn’t need to worry about planning Keeping In Touch days at work, I canceled the nursery place, I could book another term of Baby Sensory (which is fantastic, I would highly recommend it!) and I could relax and enjoy my little boy, who isn’t so little anymore!