So long maternity leave, it’s been great knowing you

Like all good things, my maternity leave must come to an end, and that’s just happened.

Tomorrow I’ll rise at the crack of dawn, get back into my black work gear (hopefully with black not navy tights this time), pull on the heels, trowel on some makeup and drive the 90km to work, as if I had done it every day forever, as if nothing has happened since the last time I performed the routine. I’ll replace the photo of the boys that has been safely stored in my desk drawer for the last 12 months with one of the three now (that I have yet to print) and I’ll get back into the rhythm of it all again.

The boys know it’s coming and haven’t expressed any concerns at all, they adore their childminder and are looking forward to hanging out in her house again. Cathal even said “yay, I can’t wait” on our way to her house for our “practice” day. Miss Laoise doesn’t know what’s going on but will be absolutely fine as long as she has someone to play with and an endless supply of snacks. I know that they are in very good hands and well cared for. It’s made even easier by the fact that their Daddy is minding them this week so there are no lunchboxes to get ready or clothes to lay out, they are at their leisure. I suspect (in fact I have been told) that Laoise will be changed from her babygro just before I arrive home, but what harm.

I’ve been talking about the return (a lot) to try to convince myself that it is actually happening but still hours beforehand I find myself in denial.(and not just about which of my work clothes fit me).

I’ve done this twice before, so I know it’s never as bad as I think it’s going to be. But the first time, in the height of the recession I was cut to three days a week and that seemed to soften the blow of leaving my firstborn with a lady who then was a stranger, and now is like a family member. Two years later having been made redundant after my second pregnancy I thought I’d never find a job when something came up out of the blue and I found myself back full-time with 180km of driving per day.

That was hard, and tiring but I made it work, or rather my husband and I did together, we had to, without his support and flexibility it couldn’t have happened. And I know we’ll make it work this time too. It’s just that the initial thoughts of getting back into the hamster wheel, the routine, the lunchboxes, the guilt, the driving are all on my mind.

I’m trying to think of the positives, but somehow going to the toilet alone, wearing clothes that only get dirty if I spill something on them myself and drinking tea while it’s still hot don’t feel like a good trade off for what I think I’ll be missing out on. I know that I’ll value every moment of silence, all the headspace and the eating lunch at lunchtime (not between schoolruns) and without interruption, and will delight in the adult conversation, but today I can’t focus on that.

This time is the hardest though. This maternity leave wasn’t just about Laoise, it was about getting to spend time with her brothers too. I’ve seen Cathal go from the shy little two year old who clung to me when we met new people this time last year to a confident three and a half year old, a self-confessed chatterbox. Ciarán too has grown up so much in the last 12 months, he’s a “big school” boy now, he can read, suddenly he has all these outside influences, he brings home stories and new words from school, he’s going to GAA training with his hurl, helmet and gumshield at the ready. A year has made such a difference to us all.


I know that I’ll look back and remember all the good parts. Watching Miss Laoise grow from a squishy newborn to a little girl who got her first pair of shoes today.

Delighted with her shoes
Delighted with her shoes

I’ll reminisce about bringing Cathal to storytime at the library, of collecting Ciarán from the door of his classroom every day, of afternoons spent at friends’ houses for playdates or at the playground, of walks on the beach. I’ll remember doing make and do (those three times) and baking and spending quality time with the kids.

Cathal, perched on a high stool at library story time

At the same time I’ll completely wipe from memory the drudge, the effort involved in getting the three of them in and out of the car on a wet morning for school, with one refusing to wear shoes of any description, the war against the housework (I lost), I’ll forget the battles of wills, the tantrums, the shouting (by both them and me), the colic, the sheer exhaustion of caring for a newborn and her two older brothers, the long days longing for adult company, the laundry piles, the sticky floors, the puddles of pee and spilled milk (and pesto, and oil), the hiding in the utility room while checking my facebook for a minute’s peace, the dinnertime battles. (Of course many of these will still occur when I’m back to work, just in a shorter window).

The tiredness and the laundry too will remain constant. But hopefully, what time I spend with my three children will be quality time, and I won’t need to hide in the utility quite as much.

That’s what memory does you see, hones in on the good, and rose-tints everything, my memories of maternity leave will be sunshine and smiles, not the dark days when I wished it was time to go back to work sooner.

View from the front door, Duncannon (Image: Sinead Fox)
View from the front door, Duncannon
(Image: Sinead Fox)

After a few days, possibly even a few hours I expect that I’ll remember that despite it all I do actually like what I do and I enjoy working, and relish being called “Sinead” not “Ciaran’s Mam” all the time. Then, I’ll try not to feel guilty about enjoying that hot cup of tea quite so much. I’ll think about how lucky I have been to have so much time off with my kids, and to have a job to go back to this time, and one that accommodated my parental leave application.

But sometimes, when I’m having a low day, a guilty mammy day for missing something that I don’t want to, or thinking that I’m missing something, I’ll come back to this post and read it and remember that while it’s been lovely, without a doubt being a stay at home mother is the hardest job that I’ve ever done, (and I’ve only done it in the suspended reality that is maternity leave). But it’s also the most rewarding, the stickiest, the slimiest, the longest hours, the most fun. The best.

Me and my three, it’s impossible to get us all looking at the camera at once

NOTE: August 2014

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48 thoughts on “So long maternity leave, it’s been great knowing you

  1. Tears streaming down my face reading this, you capture it all so well, there are highs and lows to both but the highs when spending time with your children outweigh everything else. Hope it all goes well tomorrow, will be thinking of you xx

  2. I really hope Sinéad that today, the day before you go back, is so much worse than tomorrow. And don’t forget we never know what lies ahead. Maybe just maybe in time there will be a job nearer to home which will have your name on it. Very best wishes.

      1. Just read your facebook page. Yea you made it. First day over and for some reason I thought about you so often today.

  3. Hope it all goes well, sounds organised and well thought out by you and your husband. Beautiful photos…..especially the one of the new shoes, your daughter is right to be thrilled with them.

  4. Oh what a lovely post – you are right – it’s the hardest job and the best job. Best of luck tomorrow. It’s not about the hot tea but take the silver linings as they come 🙂

  5. aw Sinead, the very very best of luck tomorrow and all the other days – you’ve captured that feeling so accurately! (well you do have practise at this returning to work lark)

  6. Sinéad , I loved this post. You hit the nail on the head I’m in the middle of two weeks with the kids and it reminds me of maternity leave. It’s so lovely to get all the cuddles and fun and the washing doesn’t have to be all done twice a week like at work. It can be done bit by bit . You will get back into the groove quick enough and it will be the constant feeling of hitting the ground running . All those maternity leave cuddles have been banked in your kids memories though 😉 Good luck tomorrow , you don’t need it though you are a pro at this stage !

  7. that was really lovely, happy and sad at the same time. Best of luck tomorrow and you know I am available at any time to help you all out.

  8. Although we know the road so well, it hurts every time. Be kind to yourself. Allow yourself to grieve…but, as you have said, remember the good things. and have plenty of meals in the freezer!

  9. Brings up lots of emotions….brings back the first commute back to Dublin and that ache I felt in my heart..but I know that they will respect us for it later because it had to be done 🙂 Best of luck tomorrow and whatever you do drink that hot cuppa to make you feel better!!!!

  10. Best of luck! I totally relate to the first-time-leaving-with-a-stranger thing. M has been seeing her child minder for a few weeks now and she’s so lovely. I have to say, though, I thought M would be a bit more upset to see her mummy leave! Like L, she seems fine as long as there are toys and playmates 🙂

  11. I’ve just realised that I didn’t reply to most of these comments! I’m so sorry lovely people. It was a rough first few weeks back but I think we’ve found the rhythm. Well, maybe not THE rhythm, a rhythm. I’ve lots of tips to share so watch this space!

  12. Sinead. I totally relate, especially the clothes thing and the lunchboxes, oh and my wife follows you all the time (wink wink) Please tell SWK there’s no need to apologise for wexford beating waterford this year!!!

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