Back in the Game

First day back at the hospital and I spent half my break time staring at my phone waiting for Marcus to text me disaster updates. The other half I spent pumping in that tiny break room wondering how I’m supposed to do this whole working mom thing without losing my mind.

Came home expecting chaos and found this instead.

Back in the Game

Marcus just casually working with our two-month-old strapped to his chest like he’s been doing this for years. Theo’s dead asleep, Marcus is answering emails, and I’m standing here wondering when my husband became so… competent? It’s suspicious.

I mean, I love it. But also, where was this energy when I was home alone with a screaming baby for twelve weeks? Boys really do just figure it out when they have to, don’t they? Now I’m back to saving tiny humans at the hospital while he’s apparently mastered the art of baby-wearing and working from home. We might actually survive this transition after all.