I thought it was going to be a smooth transition. At the end of the day, why wouldn’t it? It’s just a baby.
But it is not like that. You find the hard way that you miscalculated (by a lot) how much work taking care of a baby is like. You have to let go of all your expectations and just accept that things are going to slow down for a while in your career. And there’s nothing you can do. The baby will not make any concessions. Why would he? He just knows that he’s angry, or that he wants to be carried on arms and you have to conform to what he wants. Now.
I’ve tried to manage the interplay between working and caring hours. However, I’ve found that caring takes much more time and effort than what working used to. At least that’s how I’m feeling about it for now. Even after a few months of routine, I find that when I’m finally able to sit down and try to do some work, I’m either just too tired to focus on anything related to work, or thinking about how the baby is doing.
Before Luis was born, I could spend the whole day at the office grinding. At for a time it worked well. However, now I fell that staying overtime at the office is stealing time from the baby, and in a way, stealing it from me too. I guess that one of the reasons why I’m constantly thinking about the baby at home is because I don’t like the idea that I’m missing out Luis’ days and his development.