When I had my first child almost five years ago, I was fortunate that my mother could take care of him when I returned to work after six months. However, my experience during those early years was far from ideal. I wasn’t happy—those first years were incredibly challenging for me because my son wasn’t a very calm child.
Unfortunately, due to illness, my mother was unable to continue looking after him. What we initially thought would be a temporary break of three months ended up lasting a full year. During that time, I had no choice but to take my son to a childminder. He cried every morning when I dropped him off, and I was consumed by guilt. If I had known it would last a year, I would have quit my job. At the time, I thought it was temporary, and later I hoped he would eventually adjust. That decision remains the biggest regret of my life.
In hindsight, I hated those first three years. Ironically, going to work felt like an escape for me.
Call me crazy, but after that extremely difficult experience, things eventually improved. The bond I now share with my son has grown so strong, and life with him has become much easier and more joyful. It’s this newfound happiness that has encouraged my husband and me to try for another child. I’m currently pregnant, and although it would be easier for me to return to work, I’ve decided to try being a SAHM for the sake of my second child.
Working part-time in my field would be my dream, but I don’t think it’s a realistic option—even if my mother were able to help look after the baby for a while. For now, I’m focusing on embracing this new chapter of my life.