I work four days a week. When I was working “full time” as a midwife, I would work on average about 60 hours a week. The plan was when I had kids to drop one day in the office, making me “part time” at 50+ hours a week. Some of that time I was on call for births, meaning I might spend the shift in the hospital awake for 24 hours, or I might spend a good portion at home in my bed. After Mabel died, I eased myself back into work. My goal was to work myself up to that same “part time” schedule so I could have that extra day off for myself, to work on my grief. After a few months into work, I realized that the goal of returning to call so soon was unrealistic and so now I work four office days. My practice was kind enough to allow me this adjustment and Chris and I decided our finances could handle the decreased salary that accompanied.
Wednesday is my day off each week and I use the day to take care of myself. Today I photo-documented the things that fill my day.
I spend some quality time with my pup, who gives me something to care for and love, who reminds me that I am needed.
I had lunch with a friend, who shared her precious cache of chocolate with me.
I exercised, indulging in an episode of Scandal while I hit up the elliptical.
I sat on this couch for a hour, pouring out my soul and working through my anger with my therapist.
I mulled over some thoughts and took a quick nap as I received an acupuncture treatment.
A friend came over and we dressed the pup up. She seemed to enjoy it!
Another friend came over for dinner and we had a glass of wine!
I ended my night with another babyloss mom, enjoying teat and hot chocolate, laughing about things in ways only the babyloss know.