
^^^^ Us; Lorien, Soren, Holly, and me, Nina.
So, as some of you know, we had our second baby, our son Soren 5 months ago (September 6, 2011). This was a bittersweet event, having our last child together, and it being a boy after we had our first baby, a girl, Holly. It was like, YES! I don’t ever have to be pregnant again! But then part of me is thinking, Man…I don’t ever get to be pregnant again. I don’t ever get to have a newborn ever again. I don’t get to have a 3 month old ever again. I don’t get to have that first smile or first solid food experience or…..
And now its shifted to: this is my last time to enjoy an entire year off work. I’ll never get another year off until I retire! Every little thing that I have had to let go of during the course of my little boy getting bigger each day has been so bittersweet. I don’t know what else to call it. I’m very thankful that I got to take the whole year off with my daughter but as I do remember, I was very ready to go back to work around her 10th month. I am just such a worker bee! I have even found myself looking for ways to work since Soren was born, and have done multiple paintings in the last few months. I even took over a friend’s art loft space for the last 3 months of her lease. I just can’t stay away.
So back in July of last year, my husband Lorien found himself back in sudden absolute agony with his back while we were in Kelowna checking out real estate, as our plan was to move out there. He hasn’t been back at work since. Turns out he has two bulging disks in his spine, which have been putting him through misery. 7 months later and he’s now waiting for an MRI, and thereafter to see a surgeon. This all began about a month before I went on maternity leave. Talk about stress. We have both been on EI since our son was born!
Now, this has its plus side. Having the four of us together for these last few months has been awesome. Having him home every day to help out with the baby and, even moreso with our 4 year old has been nothing short of amazing. But of course, all good things must come to an end…when you get to the point that you aren’t sure how you are going to pay for diapers. A brilliant, hardworking Journeyman Red Seal Electrician, and a helplessly-addicted-to-work College Instructor/Graphic Designer/Entrepreneur. Just never saw it coming.
After a lot of scraping by and careful spending the last few months I finally decided that it was time for me to go back to work. My husband is not healed yet, he is in constant pain, and I am perfectly fine. He is a fantastic father, and I am so happy that he can take my place and take care of them while I am at work. I think they’ll be happy to be home with him too. I have been running my own studio for close to 3 years now – from my house and have loved every minute of it, and have also been teaching, and marking, and writing assignments on top of it. I have been conditioned to have work around me at ALL times. That desk is always just a few feet away from the couch. Life is busy. Even busier when I try to work from home with kids around. I never thought I’d say this, but I think a 9-5 job is just what the doctor ordered, at least for now. A steady job, steady paycheck. Where I don’t have to manage working until 4am on a regular basis, and still wake up with my kids…starting the day at a nice, comfortable 8 or 9 am…stopping at Starbucks on the way…getting home from work knowing I don’t have to do anything but spend time with my happy family, who is more than ready to just let me come home, kick my feet up, and relax. Maybe in a nice hot bubble bath. Ok ok, I know that probably isn’t the reality. Remember? Addicted to working…two (“CFA”; one of two terms my husband coined recently: “Constant F*@#ing Attention”, along with “Reptile Brain”, which I’ll explain another day) little kids…I’ll still find ways to sneak my sketchbook around the house trying type a blog entry (I am going to try to do regular posts now) over the constant chatter of my ‘Babblebox Junior’ Holly or to conceptualize something while I’m feeding my son his bedtime bottle. I know I will dream about bad logos chasing me once again. I’ll be back to overanalyzing every typographic no-no in my daughter’s bedtime stories. I’m ok with that.
I guess what I’m saying is that ‘normalicy’ really has become a stranger around here, and we’re all craving that right now. Amazing how a job can give you that. Normalicy. Routine. Something to give you a bit of an ability to schedule your life again, and help you stay organized. Work is a reason to get up early every day, get out the hell of your pajamas, brush your hair and put your game face on. It’s a daily balance between adult/children time, an opportunity to exercise your brain in a new way each day, by facing new challenges. A reason to attack the world with your unique awesomeness.
I’m not really sure what the future holds at this point, and truthfully this experience has taught me not to hang on to expectations..because life really can change on you just like that. But what I can tell you, is that I’m excited to start moving forward again. Bring it on, world! I’m ready for ya!