The Working Mother Warrior

 

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Finding out I was pregnant was definitely a shock. I’d just completed my divorce and was celebrating with a fleeting friend of mine, or so I thought, when I realized my life was about to totally change…again! I was told year prior that it would be very difficult to conceive with my fibroid and that I should give it a try for quite a while before expecting a child. Apparently my body had other plans. I had no idea what my body might go through over the next few months. I was concerned about the responses I would get from family, close friends, and even my partner at the time. Least of all was I worried about my co-workers and supervisor – they were all women and the talk of having a family had often come up in casual conversation. My workplace was the least of my worries…at the time.

After months of careful watch over my health and seeing that the pregnancy was progressing healthily, I informed my boss and coworkers of my pregnancy. I did not want them to be alarmed at my sudden illness or fatigue without knowing what I was going through internally. The initial reaction was excitement but after a while, I guess reality set in. I slowly realized the downside to being a working Mother in our society.

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Several comments were made about my size and inability to do some of my tasks. I was not far along before my doctor advised me to be very careful on my body because of complications. Even after relaying that to management, I was asked to move furniture. When I objected, I was snarled at and met with a comment about how women used to be able to do so much more when they were carrying children decades prior. Very inappropriate and I did NOT move one piece of furniture…I knew better. Even the day before I was to be induced, I was given an evaluation (stress much?).

The day I had my daughter was the most surprising and challenging experience in my life. After being home 6 weeks, it was time to go back to work. I had to repeatedly request private space for nursing and was still often interrupted. There were comments made about my reliability since I now required so many ‘breaks’. Thankfully, that position ended and I started consulting…with a baby on my hip. It was weird and uncomfortable at times but if Mommy didn’t work, there was no money for childcare let alone bills and food.

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I often received looks of confusion like, Why is she here? Can’t you get a sitter? Where is your family support? At the time I ignored it all and attended trainings, seminars, and networking events all with my well behaved little baby. And let’s not even get started on the nursing! I would be so stressed about the comments and looks I’d get in the office or public places that I started to lose my supply! It was AWEFUL! I was fully determined to nurse my child for at least 6 months but the pumping inconsistencies, toxic work environment, and stress of having to leave my child for 9-10 hours a day just left me inept. I was devastated.

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Many people have different ideas about how to raise their children. As a new Mom, I had to make a decision of whether to succumb to the fear of being embarrassed or simply continue to grind with by daughter in tow. Nowadays, I am thankful for my close friends who have generously agreed to watch my little one when I need the support. At the end of the day, however, I pray that I am able to pursue the kind of career that warrants me financial stability AND flexible time to raise my own child on my terms.

The next big idea should come from the vein of Moms being allowed to either work their same positions from home or having a community of employers who look to hire working Moms, welcoming their small children a space in the workplace or at least the personal office assigned to them. I’d like to see that progression…as well as the change in the culture’s view on nursing in public. ITS LEGAL IN ILLINOIS BTW! So leave these mothers alone and let them feed their babies how they want to! #Conquer2016

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What have been your concerns about being a working Mom?

 

~ladiSims

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Help! I Think I am a Soccer Mom…

As I sit here at soccer practice with my two youngest boys it dawns on me that I might be a soccer mom.  Before I had kids I swore I would NOT be “that” mom: the mom who ran all over town shuttling her children to/from endless activities and practices.  So, how did I get here?   Heck if I know!  Here are three signs that you are officially a “soccer mom:”working mom

1.  Your child plays soccer.  Duh!  So, you wonder how I missed that, right?  To me, the “soccer mom” was always an illusion, a moniker, if you will.  It wasn’t a real mom whose children played soccer.  It was “that” mom who was constantly on the go with children who were very involved in extracurricular activities.

2.  Your only friends are other “soccer moms”.  Be careful of this one.  You only keep company with other moms whose children play soccer.  If this has become your life, you need to get out more.  Maybe, there’s hope for me yet.  I only associate with the other moms (whose sons play soccer with my son) on Game Day.

3.  You have a soccer decal on your Minivan.  Okay, I’m off the hook.  #1 – I don’t have a Minivan.  #2 – No soccer decal (yet) on the back of my “whip” (that’s a nice vehicle, for those non-hip hoppers out there).

Whoo, that was close!  For a minute there I thought I had become a “soccer mom”.  But, it’s probably only a matter of time…

Until next time…

“Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.”  (Proverbs 22:6)

God’s best-

Alexis

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