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I'm about to say something that many people never get to say in their lifetimes: I love my job. Well, I did love my job. There was a time I couldn't imagine leaving.
I was a senior editor at a major national magazine, and work never felt like work to me. A case of the Mondays didn't exist. Why would it?
As a working mom, you count on predictability to keep things running smoothly.
I know my son’s preschool opens at 8:30 a.m., so I can make it to work on time after drop off. I know that the café in my building’s lobby has a killer arugula salad on the days I need some healthy greens. And I can count on my husband to pick up my son after school so I can get in a full day’s work.
Going back to work after my maternity leave was a godsend for me. I was so looking forward to the structure of a workday and getting back into a familiar routine. I don’t remember very much from my first day back—partly because I was sleep deprived, but mostly because I had tried my best to be as prepared as possible.
I just had to share the letter, below, that I received from a fellow working mama. I won't spoil it, but big, heartfelt congratulations to Jenny Kampp—pictured at left with her daughter, Chloe—for finding a way to create the community she craved as a new mom.
Dear Ms. Carofano,
Stephanie Ruhle is no stranger to hard work. The mother of two boys—Harrison, 6, and Reese, 4— rose through the ranks in the highly competitive financial world and is currently the co-anchor of Bloomberg Television’s Market Makers. Due in April with her third child (it’s a girl!), Ruhle says this of motherhood: “I truly believe that it takes a village. It never behooves anyone to be Wonder Woman.” Here, Ruhle riffs on working moms, the importance of sleep and the power of girls.
About four years before I had my son, I moved from New York to Los Angeles with my husband. We were both excited about the move, but we left a lot of friends and family on the East Coast when we moved west. The transition was harder than I thought and when I found out I was having my first baby, I still hadn’t made the kind of close friendships I had left behind in New York.
I’m not one for making New Year’s resolutions. I’ve never been convinced that saying “I’m doing x, y and z” in the month of January makes me more apt to do it. But what I do like doing in the first month of a new year is taking stock of what I’ve accomplished over the past year—what worked and what didn’t; what was super fun and what sucked. It’s a good way for me to see that I actually have gotten some things done, both significant and small, and that little steps do, in the best cases, result in big strides.
No matter how many successful working women have proved that you can be a devoted mother while also being your family’s primary breadwinner, there will always be someone who will question whether a new mom went back to work because she had to—that her husband must have lost his job, or this tragic circumstance wouldn’t have transpired.
But hey, I’ve also heard from plenty of stay-at-home moms who feel judged for swapping their power suits for diaper bags, so the situation seems ripe for controversy no matter who ends up staying home to care for the bub.
This morning when I dropped off my son at day care, I overheard one of the other moms say to her daughter, “Ok, let’s get to your classroom. I’ve got to make it to my spin class this morning.” I hate to admit this, but I felt a twinge of envy.
With Sandy top of mind this week, I wondered how working moms affected by the storm were dealing with the responsibilities of work and family when potentially faced with no electricity—and no day care! Do you do a double feature of your bub’s favorite show and try to sneak in an hour of work? Wait until bedtime before starting that new project? Or, just forgo it all together and chalk up your missed deadline to Mother Nature?