On Wasting Time

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It’s been over a week now since Hannah started grade one. With her out of the house for six hours every weekday, and Jacob going to daycare part-time, I have more time to myself now than I’ve had in years – probably since before I had kids. It feels incredibly decadent, really, and I love having dedicated kid-free time to work in. It’s really increasing my productivity.

I’ve started using SlimTimer to track my time, and I’m spending more time on work-related tasks than I thought. I’m spending an especially large amount of time on email, which isn’t great, but that’s another story. What’s pertinent for this story is that I am spending all of my kid-free time and a whole lot more on work. And by “work” I mean the things I do to earn a living. I’m not counting obligations like cooking, cleaning and running errands.

I’ve given you a lot of back story, but in truth the bottom line is simple: I’m a parent, so I’m busy. There is never any shortage of stuff for me to do. If you’re a parent, the odds are good that you feel the same way. So what do we do? We become efficient. There’s no time to waste, so we do everything as quickly as possible. We eat quickly, we clean quickly, we shower quickly and we brush our teeth quickly. It’s all about getting as much done as you can as quickly as you can. Productivity is key, and there’s no room for dallying.

I especially feel the pressure to be productive during the time that my kids are out of the house. I’m paying for daycare, so it feels wasteful to use it on tasks that don’t generate revenue. I need to bring in enough income to cover the costs of childcare and then some. I can’t afford to use my free time watching funny cat videos or playing around on Pinterest.

While I feel that I should use my available time productively, in reality I don’t always live up to that ideal. There are two competing forces at work inside my head at any time. One of them is telling me to buckle down and get things done, and the other one would really prefer to hang out on the couch eating salt and vinegar chips while watching old Law and Order reruns. The laziness is strong in me, and it’s especially vocal when it realizes there’s no one else around to hog the remote or steal my chips.

Is it so wrong to want to just put your feet up and relax once in a while? Probably not. I learned something a long time ago, and it’s that I’m at my most productive when I give myself periodic mental breaks. Maybe sometimes you need to waste time, so that you can be ready to go later. If you ignore that need, and keep pushing through, you’ll start making mistakes and cutting corners because your mental alertness and focus are diminished. After all, the goal isn’t just to churn out work, it’s to do good work.

Where’s the balance, though? How do you tell when it’s time to buckle down, and when it’s time to take 20 minutes out of your day to have a snack and go for a quick walk? I think the answer comes down to knowing how you work best and setting priorities. If you work best in the morning, then that’s the time to buckle down and get things done. If you’ve been staring at the same screen and getting nowhere for the past three hours, then maybe this is the time to switch things up and play around on YouTube for a while. On top of that, if you have a good handle on what has to happen when, then you can make the best possible decisions on how to use your time.

It’s great to be efficient and productive. But it’s also important to give yourself a little time and space to recharge your batteries. If you can figure out how to balance those needs (it’s not easy!) then you’re really set.

How do you balance the need for downtime against the constant onslaught of work that comes with parenting? I’d love to hear!

My Freedom Day

Today is my freedom day. As of today I have one child in school all day, another child in daycare three days a week and 18 hours to myself every week. For a work-at-home mom, this is pure, unbridled luxury. Just imagine it – 18! Hours! No! Interruptions!

I have been eagerly anticipating this day for quite some time. I love my children, and I really love the flexibility that working from home brings me, but the truth is that kids and work don’t go together all that well. When you’re trying to take care of your kids and work at the same time, someone is always getting short-changed. In fact, I would take that one step further and say that everyone is getting short-changed – your clients, your kids and most of all yourself. It’s just not possible to complete a task that requires real concentration and attend to your children at the same time.

For the longest time I have been compensating for my lack of consistent childcare by staying up late at night. It’s far from ideal. When I stay up late at night working I don’t get any downtime, I don’t get enough sleep and I’m kind of unpleasant to be around. I had few other options, though, especially since I’m not willing to park my kids in front of the TV for four or five or seven hours a day. So I put my head down and pulled through. It’s what parents do, right? We accomplish whatever we can in, around and in spite of our families, and we understand that compromises will need to be made.

Now my freedom day has arrived, and things are about to change. I am about to have much more space to work in. It’s not a lot of space, exactly, but it’s more than I’ve had since I last worked outside of the home more than three years ago. I feel almost giddy, and I have a near-irresistible urge to fill up the space with stuff. I want to take a class, go for coffee with friends and business contacts, re-organize the play room and work in my garden. I want to sew and knit and bake and can. All of this time is calling out to me.

I am fighting my urge to fill my new-found space. I know that 18 hours a week to work in is really not all that much. I also know that, all too often, I will lose work time to sick kids and professional development days and holidays. This time is precious, and I need to guard against squandering it. I also need to guard against over-committing myself in my excitement. So, as I celebrate my freedom day, my plans are very limited. I don’t know yet how much I will actually accomplish. I don’t know yet exactly what I will do with it. But I can tell you that the possibilities are terribly exciting to me.

Just imagine it. 18 hours. My freedom day is here!

Do you have time to yourself while your kids are at school or in childcare? How do you use it? Does it go faster than you expected, or are you able to cram a lot in? I’d love to hear all about it!

Talking Motherhood, Career and Feminism with Marcy

I first met my friend Marcy at church almost 10 years ago. In face we once delivered a sermon together in honour of International Women’s Day (if you listen to the recording at the end of the post you can hear Jacob screaming as Jon carries him out of the service). I was trying to remember the first time we actually had a conversation, and I couldn’t, so I’ll have to apologize to her. But regardless of when or how that auspicious first meeting happened, what I do remember clearly was serving on a committee together with her. And I remember how much I sincerely enjoyed working with her.

What I love about Marcy is how warm and open she is. I also love how readily she shares from her own experiences. If you have been a regular visitor to my comments section, you will already be familiar with her wise and well thought-out responses. In fact, I have come to think of her as something of a mentor – someone who has been right where I am now, and come through it all with flying colours.

I decided to ask Marcy to be on my podcast, first of all because I consider her a friend and a role model. But more than that, I knew that she had a lot to share. She started her career as a school teacher, and became an at-home mother while her children were small. She was a feminist, and when her children got a little older she returned to school, helped to found the local women’s resource society and an emergency shelter for women facing domestic abuse. She became an employment counselor, and worked as a consultant, eventually moving into full-time work. Her story gives me hope that I can build something great as a mother of young children.

I encourage you to listen to Marcy’s interview. It’s full of inspiration, humour, and warmth, just like Marcy herself. And then I encourage you to talk to your own role models, and let them know what they’ve meant for you.

I’m working on a very exciting interview for next week. I can’t wait to share it with you! In the meantime, subscribe to the Strocel.com podcast, and you’ll be sure not to miss a minute of it!

Repost: Going Part-Time

It’s Thursday, so I’m Crafting my Life! This year, I’m just writing about whatever is currently on my mind. Today, since I’m on vacation, I’m reposting something that originally ran on July 22, 2009. You can read the original post here: Going Part-Time.

I returned to work reluctantly after my first maternity leave. My whole world had changed since I’d last set foot in the office a full year before. I had become a mom and I wasn’t even really the same person anymore.

I was lucky that my former employer offered family-friendly policies such as flex time and the option to work from home. I decided to go into the office three days a week, and work from home for two. I got a laptop and I was all raring to go. However, I soon discovered that trying to get in an 8 hour day while caring for a one-year-old is very difficult. Maybe even impossible. So I found myself working around the clock whenever I could get a moment to myself. After a month it was clear to me that something had to give.

As I considered my options I was worried. I’m an engineer. On my team of 14 or so people there was only one other woman. Many of my colleagues had wives who stayed home while they were the primary bread winners. They were working full-time and then some to support their families. If I didn’t want to work full-time would I be setting myself apart in a whole new way? What would the consequences be?

There were some factors that balanced in my favour when I decided to go part-time. Thankfully at that time the economy was very different and my company was doing well. I had worked there for seven years and had a proven track record. Plus my salary as an engineer was sufficient that giving up a portion of it was something we could swing. I felt that, in my case, the risk was worth the potential reward. I know that not everyone has the same advantages, or would be able to make the same choices I did.

I spent a few days gathering courage. I worked out a little speech in my head that involved loving my job, and wanting to be mentally healthy enough to give it my all. I walked back and forth to my team leader’s office a couple of times before I managed to poke my head in the door.

In the end I needn’t have worried. I learned that if your employer values your contribution they may be more accommodating than you expect. My team leader was very understanding, and wanted to help me find an arrangement that worked for everyone. He was also a dad with small kids at home. He got it, totally. It was a huge relief to me.

I chose to work 32 hours a week. I went into the office three days a week and worked two half-days from home. It was much more manageable, and I was much happier. I was surprised to discover that there were other employees who were working reduced schedules, too. I had no idea because I’d never asked, and it wasn’t necessarily something they were advertising. When news got out that I had gone part-time, though, I heard all about it.

There are some downsides to going part-time. You aren’t going to be promoted or advance in your career in the same way. I have mixed feelings about this, but I understand why it works that way. There is still some stigma with going on the ‘mom track’. And I did find that I wasn’t as tuned in to the office goings on as people who were there full time or more. There were upsides to being out of the political loop, but there were also downsides.

It’s really hard to find balance as a mom. There may be no such thing. We’re all making compromises, some good and some not so good. Working part-time was one compromise that worked for me, at least most of the time.

What about you? Do you work an alternate schedule? Or would you consider it if it were an option? I’d love to what other parents think about going part-time.

Daycare Drop-Off

My son, Jacob, started daycare last week. He goes three days a week to a centre with play-based focus and a preschool curriculum. Which means … I don’t really know. What I do know is they have lots of toys and age-appropriate activities set out, they let the children follow their own interests, and they strive to teach them social skills. I like it there. They don’t use time-outs, they don’t have any screens to park the kids in front of, and they offer an environment that I couldn’t re-create at home.

But.

(Why does there always have to be a but?)

In the week before Jacob started I visited with him a couple of times. One day we stayed for lunch, and that was high times. He was so excited about his school lunch. He carried his lunch bag into the building by himself, in the manner of a parent carrying their new baby. Carefully. Proudly. When it was finally time to eat that school lunch he could barely contain himself.

On Jacob’s first real day at school I explained that I would leave him there, and he was OK. He didn’t even look at me when I said good-bye. I decided to pick him up right after lunch so that he wouldn’t have to stay for nap time. I suspected that nap time would be the hardest part of the day for my non-napper, so I wanted to get a good first day under his belt before we went any further.

On Jacob’s second real day at school I decided to be there for nap time. One of the teachers suggested it. He was a little bit sad at drop-off, but before I even left the building he was off playing again. When I showed up at nap time, things were different. Jacob was sad. Jacob didn’t want to have a rest. Jacob wanted to go home. “Come on Mama, let’s go! I don’t like it the nap time!” I settle him on his cot, and laid down beside him. He needed to get up to pee. He needed to get up to have a drink. He needed to get up to visit his friend. He needed to get up to go home.

On Jacob’s third real day at school things didn’t go so well. When I gave him a hug at drop-off, he clung to me for dear life. I’ve read all of the tips and I know that prolonging the separation does no good, so I remained calm as the teacher pried my screaming child off of me. I said good-bye calmly, and managed to make it to my car before I broke down crying. It just all felt so … wrong.

By the time that I picked Jacob up that afternoon, he appeared to have turned a corner. He was cheerful, and asked to stay to finish his snack. His teacher told me he only cried for a couple of minutes and she was with him, and I believe her. On his fourth day, yesterday, he cried when I left, but he didn’t cling to me. At pick-up he said that he had fun at school, but not at nap time.

Let me tell you, if anything’s going to crack your cheery-faced decision that daycare is the right choice for your child, it’s having to walk away from them while they cry out for you. While every instinct is telling you to turn around and grab your child and run far, far away, you have to hold it together. It sucks.

But why? Why do I have to hold it together? I know plenty of other people who don’t put their not-quite-three-year-olds in daycare, it’s not like it’s required.

The truth is that I need to make some money to help keep my family afloat. And trying to squeeze in time after my kids go to sleep is just not working. Trying to work while they’re awake is even less feasible, especially if I don’t want to park them in front of the TV all day. So I trust that I’ve made the right choice in selecting a childcare setting, and I trust that my kid is ready for this (even if he doesn’t like it), and hope with every fibre of my being that it will all be OK. Because when I’m sitting in that car, crying and feeling like the worst mother in the world, I really need to believe that it will all be OK.

Work at Café Mom

I hired Wonder Nanny just over a month ago. She comes a couple of mornings every week and plays with my kids while I get some work done.

Pretty early on – like day two or three – it became clear that in order for me to actually get work done I’d need to leave the house. There’s no way that my kids are going to leave me alone as long as I’m there. So I’ve started packing up my laptop and heading out to work. I’ve developed a little routine, and it goes something like this:

1. Wake up late and shower frantically, while the kids poke their heads in through the curtain and yell at me.
2. Throw on some clothes.
3. Welcome Wonder Nanny.
4. Gather my stuff.

My laptop bag, packed and ready to go
My laptop bag, packed and ready to go

5. Say good-bye to the kids. This bit is important. Mom doesn’t just disappear.
6. Head to a local café.

Arriving at the cafe where I work sometimes
Sign outside the café

7. Order breakfast and herbal tea. They make some awesome oatmeal.
8. Fire up my laptop while I wait for my food to arrive.

Wet hair, no makeup, ready to go
Me, wet hair and all, getting ready to work

9. Start to wake up a little.
10. Check email, eat, drink tea.

Getting down to business
Food, drink, laptop – I’m off!

11. Spend a couple of hours working on my latest project.
12. Realize that I’ve long since finished my food, the café is full, and I’m taking up a double table. I start to feel that etiquette demands I move on to new free wifi. Plus, I need to pee, and I don’t really want to leave my laptop unattended, but I also don’t want to pack it up if I’m going to unpack it again right away.

2 hours in, food's done and so am I
Time to move on

13. On the way out the door, pick up a ‘homemade oreo’ cookie to eat later. Decide to try one bite on the way to the car. Oh. My. Stars. Decide I can take just one more bite. So. Good. Inhale the cookie. I will be buying more of those in the future.

I get a cookie to go
Probably the best cookie I have ever eaten in my entire life

14. Swing by the library. It’s quieter, and I’m full, so I can abide by the ‘no food or drink’ policy. Put in another hour or so of work on my project.
15. When things go south with my new website install, I wish the library didn’t also have a ‘no cell phone’ policy, because I want to cry to my husband. But I refrain, because I am a rule-follower.

Stopping in at the library for a little extra work
Working at the library

16. Fix my own problems. Polish off what I set out to do that day.
17. Head home, arriving just after Jacob and Wonder Nanny get back from dropping Hannah off at kindergarten.
18. Resume my life as Mom.

Do you ever flee from your house in search of greater productivity? If so, where do you go? And what do you think is the etiquette in terms of working in a busy café? How much free wifi does a bowl of oatmeal and pot of tea buy? And what do you do if you need to pee? I need answers, people!

Women in Tech and Men in Nursing

I recently read an article in the The New York Times discussing the lack of women in technology, and especially running technology start-ups. According to the article, women account for 22% of software engineers in high-tech companies, and run around 8% of venture-backed tech start-ups.

I am an engineer and I worked for a decade as a programmer, so these numbers don’t surprise me. My office was one of the few places where you’d be more likely to see a line-up for the men’s washroom than the women’s. I entered engineering school in 1994, and over my 16 years in school and in the field, the gender divide more or less held steady. But raising the issue begs the question – so what?

Engineers and scientists and programmers create the things we use every day, and sometimes men don’t understand what it’s like to navigate the world as a woman. For example, I once talked with a colleague who was working on a product that would be worn on a clip on a pants pocket. When I asked him where you would put it if you didn’t have a pants pocket, he looked a little flummoxed. He had never worn a dress or a skirt. But I had, so I could immediately see an issue he’d overlooked. If women are involved in product design, they can spot issues that affect women more than they affect men. That’s a good thing, because who wants to be frustrated when their ability to use basic tools is compromised?

Beyond design issues, there are basic questions of how we structure society. Women are chronically underrepresented in technology, on corporate boards and in government. When we exclude, explicitly or otherwise, a whole gender from certain roles we really ought to ask why that is. Ideally, anyone should be able to pursue any occupation without regards for gender, with a few possible exceptions. My husband would not make a good surrogate mother, and I will concede that my total lack of upper body strength might be detrimental in certain jobs. But if you’re talking about wrestling bureaucracy or working at a desk, no such differences exist.

While can readily point out issues with gender imbalances in tech companies, the one-sidedness of this discussion concerns me. For instance, I can’t recall reading articles about how we need more male nurses or elementary school teachers. According to Wikipedia, only 5.4% of registered nurses in the US are men. And in elementary school classrooms in the US the number of male teachers is in decline, with the latest figure being around 9%. Wouldn’t our children benefit from both male and female perspectives in schools? And wouldn’t the health care system benefit if genders were more evenly represented in all roles?

Focusing on increasing the number of women in traditionally male roles, without also encouraging men to pursue traditionally female roles, betrays a sexism all its own. In a nudge-nudge wink-wink way, we are made to understand that real men shouldn’t want to work in the nurturing fields. It supposes that male-dominated fields are more desirable or important and that everyone should prefer them. We acknowledge that they aren’t family-friendly, but we say that we need women to enter the fields to bring change. Why should women want to make that sacrifice? Why should we want to work in male-dominated workplaces, if men would never dream of working in female-dominated ones?

I don’t want to see women held back from holding government office, running companies or writing computer software on the basis of their gender. I wrote software and I think it was a great thing for me. But if we really want society to change we need to take a broader view. We need to consider why women aren’t pursuing those avenues and correct the inequities that exist up front. And we need to lose the pink collar stigma. We will never have true equity as long as “women’s work” isn’t valued or viewed as important and worthy enough for anyone to pursue.

What do you think? Do you think that we should focus more on encouraging women to pursue traditionally male roles because of past inequity? Do you see any problems with the lack of men in nursing or teaching? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Just a quick reminder about April’s Crafting my Life series link up this coming Thursday. To participate, write a post on dealing with negativity anytime in April, or track down a post you’ve written on the subject sometime in the past, and add yourself to the list. Then read everyone else’s posts and be inspired! Check out the link-ups from January, February and March to get a feel for how it works.

Toddlers Don’t Do Time Management

It’s Thursday and I’m Crafting my Life! February’s theme is time management. In the past two weeks I talked about the nature of having no time and how I’m learning to seize the moment. This week, I’m talking about working with small kids underfoot.

I have tried to do the work-at-home mom thing once before. I had a baby carrier business from 2006-2008, or thereabouts. It started because I am sort of obsessive about crafting, and I sewed myself dozens of baby carriers in pursuit of the Perfect Carrier. A few of my friends started buying carriers, and had good things to say. It all started when my first child Hannah was 1 year old, and I had visions of launching a successful business and quitting my day job. I would be able to work from home and spend more time with my kid and life would be sunshine and rainbows.

The reality of working from home was much different than how I pictured it in my head. My daughter was not remotely interested in playing happily at my feet while I worked on the computer or sewed. She was also of an age where I couldn’t bring her anywhere without risking disaster, so any visits to suppliers or my seamstress or the accountant had to be done at a time when someone else was taking care of her. In the end I couldn’t devote the time to my business that was required, and I made more money in less time working as an engineer, so that’s what I did.

Now, here I am with another 1-year-old, dreaming of working at home. In spite of my previous experience, I believe it can be done, although I understand that working around small children is not easy. They don’t understand deadlines, or why Mama really can’t let you talk to the person on the other end of the phone. So how do work-at-home parents do it? I don’t have the miracle formula, but I can tell you a few things that I’ve discovered along the way:

  • Pay attention to the kid first. It can be really tempting to try to finish this email, but it is going to take you 4 times as long with a little helper. Sometimes, 20 minutes of undivided one-on-one time can fill your child’s need for attention so that you can get more work done. And often it’s time-saving, since bored, attention-seeking kids can delay your work by much longer than 20 minutes.
  • Ask for help. If you need your partner to take the kids for a few hours, ask. Be clear and respectful about your needs. If you’re not, no one is going to know about them. It can be hard to vocalize what it is you want, but it really beats not asking, not getting your needs met and feeling bitter.
  • Childcare. Some work-at-home moms use childcare or a mother’s helper. Others set-up babysitting co-ops or even just playdates with friends who will understand if you need to spend some time on the phone all by yourself. Others are fortunate enough to have family nearby who can take the kid to the pool for a few hours while you get some quiet time.
  • Prioritize, prioritize, prioritize. What really needs to get done now, and what can wait? Do the important thing first. This sounds intuitive, but I often fall in the trap of doing the most pleasant thing first, even if it’s not really that important. It seems like more fun at the moment, but in the long run it’s much less fun when you’re paying late fees on your tax return.
  • Pad your timelines. Things are going to take you at least twice as long as they did before your co-worker was an 18-month-old. Build that into your schedule as much as possible, and just know that this will not last forever.
  • Remember why you’re doing this. It’s good to periodically re-examine how working from home is going. If you started because you wanted a more balanced life, but it’s less balanced than ever before, that might be a sign. It doesn’t necessarily mean that working from home is impossible, but it might mean that you need to do a little tweaking. Living your dreams isn’t always going to be sheer bliss, but if it’s soul-destroying it’s probably not your dream.
  • What about you? How do you manage to work with small kids at home? Please share your secrets, or just commiserate with me on how hard it really is.

    February’s Crafting my Life series is about time management. Exciting? Debatable. Important? Absolutely. On the last Thursday of the month, which just happens to be the 25th, I will include a link up. To participate, write a post on this month’s theme and add yourself to the list. Then go off and read everyone else’s ideas and thoughts and be inspired! Check out January’s link up to get a feel for how it works.

    Work at Home Mom

    It’s Thursday, and I’m Crafting my Life! Today I’m talking about making the decision to work from home while also taking care of my children.

    This week I gave up my 16-month-old’s toddler daycare spots. We put him on the daycare wait lists early, the first one when I was pregnant and then a couple more in the first month after he was born. I was planning to return to work, and I wanted to be sure that I would have childcare when I needed it. Then I was was laid off, so in early May I called the daycare centres and changed my request from part-time care in August to full-time care in February. I had decided to give myself an extra 6 months of maternity leave, and I wasn’t sure what would happen when it was over so I covered my bases.

    A few things happened in the 7 months since I made that call, as it turns out. I got a freelance gig. I have submitted a couple of articles for publication and have not received any reply yet, but it feels like movement. I am forming some idea of what I want my life to look like. And what I want is to be able to work part-time from home, in a way that allows me to generally carry my part of the financial load for our family.

    While I’m making headway, I am not yet in a position where I am making much money. This is OK, because I don’t expect to be. I have a financial plan in place because I am charting a new course, and that is going to take some time. However, taking on the added expense of daycare right now would change the picture significantly. It would mean I would need to be making more money on a shorter timeframe. I would lose a lot of the flexibility I currently have to see how this path unfolds.

    It is possible that signing up for daycare and giving myself a deadline would motivate me. It would certainly force the issue and reduce the dithering I’ve got going on. But you know what? I don’t really want to force the issue. I don’t really want to leap before I’m good and ready. And I think that’s OK. In our culture we place a lot of value on action and productivity and Getting Things Done. These are all good things, for sure. But taking some time and being in contemplation and moving slowly are also good things. Maybe we all need a chance to dither once in a while.

    I have worked for pretty much my whole adult life. I have Gotten Things Done and jumped in and motivated myself into action. I understand what that is and how it works. If I needed to, I could do it again, and do it well. But this journey I’m on to craft my life isn’t about that. While I liked having the safety net of daycare as an option, the lovely daycare providers are not in the business of providing me with an out. They needed to know whether I would ever really use the spot, and I needed to accept that maybe it’s OK to not have all my bases covered all the time.

    So, I turned down daycare. I have accepted that I am working at home with at least one toddler for company, and usually a preschooler to boot. I do not get nearly as much done as I otherwise could, because I am frequently interrupted to deal with crises or change diapers or visit the playground. I am learning to prioritize and let things go. I just can’t get as much done as I could when I had many hours a week to myself in which to do it. Even something as basic as calling and making a dentist appointment was much easier from the privacy of my office at work than from my living room with children underfoot.

    I still face a lot of self doubt. What am I doing? Can I hack this work from home thing? Was I foolish to let daycare slip through my fingers? I don’t know the answers to these questions. But that is the gift I’m giving myself – the permission to not know. To, quite possibly, make some horrible mistakes. But also, I hope, to have some great successes. As I type from my keyboard covered in cookie dough and crumbs, in a room strewn with toys, I am mostly satisfied with my choice. And what more can I ask for than that?

    PS – Voting is almost over for the Blog to Inspire contest and the first round of the Canadian Blog Awards. I would still really appreciate your support! You can find out how to give it by reading Stumping for Votes.

    Working and Breastfeeding a Toddler

    Welcome, Carnival of Breastfeeding readers! I’m glad you’re here. Be sure to check out the other contributors, whose links are at the end of this post.

    I’ve spoken a lot about how lucky we are to have a full year of paid maternity and parental leave in Canada. I believe that these months at home with our babies are very valuable in many ways. One of the big advantages is that being off of work for this long facilitates breastfeeding. Because while it is possible to combine working with breastfeeding a very small baby, it does present challenges. Being at home for a full year allows Canadian mothers to avoid many of these challenges.

    Because Canadian maternity leave lasts for so long, and because a minority of mothers breastfeed their babies up to the one-year mark or beyond, it is often par for the course to wean a baby from the breast in order to return to work. I would certainly never question another mother’s choice about when to wean her baby. However, I was able to successfully combine work with breastfeeding my toddler Hannah for years, and I found it surprisingly easy to do. I know many other mothers who shared the same experience. So, with the aim of providing a perspective and alternative I will share my story.

    When I considered returning to work the first question on my mind was whether or not I would need to pump. I did some research and read some articles about weaning from the pump at work. I discovered that many moms stop pumping at work at around the one-year mark, even as they continue to breastfeed. I also learned that many toddlers will not drink expressed breast milk. I found that to be true for my own daughter – she loved to nurse, but she frankly wanted it only from the source or not at all.

    Even having that information, I wasn’t sure how my own milk supply would adapt, since I would be working full days Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I was away from my daughter for up to 10 hours at a stretch, and I thought it might be hard for my body to regulate a one day on / one day off schedule such as that. However, I decided that I would prefer to avoid pumping if possible, since I knew my daughter wasn’t interested in the milk, and since it would present an interruption to my day as well as require me to locate facilities. I was willing to jump through any hoops if it was necessary, but I was hoping that it wouldn’t be.

    When I returned to work I brought my hand pump, and decided to just see how it played out. On my first day back by about 3pm I was pretty full. I expressed enough milk to relieve my discomfort. Over the first two weeks I continued in the same manner, expressing to my own comfort when necessary. I found that within weeks my body adjusted, and I was able to comfortably go 10 hours without pumping.

    My one-year-old did change some of her nursing and eating habits after my return to work. She began ‘reverse-cycling’, nursing more at night when she was otherwise asleep. I discovered that this is a pretty common occurrence when nurslings are separated from their moms during the day. By bedsharing I was able to get enough rest and accommodate the increased night nursings. My daughter also ate more solid foods at daycare than she did at home, and drank more water. Again, I think this is pretty common – when nurslings don’t have access to the breast they make up for it by eating and drinking other things.

    As I said, I was able to continue nursing my daughter for almost 2 years after returning to work, until she weaned at 34 months. Before her birth I didn’t anticipate that I would continue breastfeeding after my return to work, but I’m so glad I did. It really reduced the stress on both of us, since we were already going through enough change as it was. It also provided a great source of comfort and means to re-connect at the end of the day.

    The human body is an amazing machine, and it can do so much more than we give it credit for. In my case, I was happy to learn that it could produce the right amount of milk at the right time for my toddler, in spite of my work schedule. It’s almost like my body just knew what to do, even when I didn’t.

    Now check out these other great posts. You will be very glad you did! :)

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  • The Milk Mama: A Job Where Everyone Breastfeeds
  • Momnesia the Book: Sorry, Facilities Guy
  • Marshins: Taking Your Working Boobs to Work
  • The Marketing Mama: Working and Pumping
  • Motherwear Breastfeeding Blog: Breastfeeding and working is possible, and you can make it work
  • Chronicles of a Nursing Mom: Do you really need a pump?
  • Vanderbilt Wife: I Think This Officially Makes Me a Mommy Blogger
  • babyREADY: What About Breastfeeding When I Go Back To Work?
  • Stork Stories: My Breast Pump and I didn’t get Along
  • Breastfeeding Moms Unite! / Stork Stories: Ask an LC: What About Pumping?
  • Breastfeeding 1-2-3: Tips for Breastfeeding and Working
  • Breastfeeding Mums: Breastfeeding and Working in the UK
  • Blacktating: The 5 Biggest Mistakes Working & Pumping Moms Make
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