matleavecarnivalboxThis post is a part of The Carnival of Maternity Leave being hosted by the one and only Amber at Strocel.com. Go on over and check out her blog for some other great maternity leave stories.

I am one of those lucky Canadians who recieved a year long maternity leave. In addition I got top up from my health care employer. I forget how much I made but it was pretty close to my full wage.

My husband took two weeks of parental leave so he could be home with me for the first two weeks, and then I was left to enjoy catching up on my movie renting and caring for our daughter. I assumed I would want to return to work within six months. I thought it might be nice for my husband to take off the other available six months for himself. I was so naive!

I remember my daughter approaching eight weeks and thinking to myself that my best friend’s sister in North Carolina had to return to her full time teaching job when her baby was eight weeks old. My heart broke for her as I watched my little girl who was still months away from even rolling over for the first time, and knew I would fight tooth and nail before leaving her so young. As she came up to five and six months I laughed at myself for assuming I would be itching to go back to my job. I loved my job – it was and still is my soul’s work, but my daughter was my whole heart. I had six months of around the clock breastfeeding, babywearing and bonding left to go.

As it got closer to my time to return to work I did the working-mom’s duty and tried to find her a good daycare close to my work site. I wanted a family child care setting over a group setting (which was good because all the group spaces had been full for over a year) so my daughter could really bond with her caregiver and feel like the part of a family. After a couple of interviews that left me shocked and dismayed not to mention downright worried by some people’s idea of good child care, I found one woman who did child care in her home who shared many of my parenting values and philosophies, fed the kids vegetarian snacks and lunch, practiced ECing (although that wasn’t for me) and accepted my cloth diapering, which many other providers didn’t, and was just around the corner from my work site if I wanted to stop in and give my baby a cuddle or nurse her down for her nap. She was the kind of woman I’d have made friends with if we had met under different circumstances. She was perfect. By the way, I strongly urge moms who are returning to work after their maternity leave to find and register your child for daycare as early as possible. Especially if you live in a large city or a town with lots of young families.

But then my anxiety attacks began. Soon I would be working 8 hours a day and communting 45 minutes each way for a total of  9 1/2 hours away from home. This was not an ideal situation for properly mothering my daughter. No child was ever more attached to the breast than she. Bottles? Ha! I was sure she would have preferred to starve. Food interested her, but she certainly didn’t eat enough not to supplement, and she hated cow’s milk. I didn’t blame her. I don’t like it either. Maybe if she had been a different child, like my second daughter, I wouldn’t have worried so much, but I assumed she would starve in child care and that it would be all my fault.

And there was another problem. A much bigger one. My baby cried ALL. THE. TIME. Not just when she was hungry, wet, tired or bored. Not just at the “witching hour” after dinner or in the middle of the night. She cried ALL. THE. TIME. No amount of attachment parenting tools would cure it. The only time it seemed like she wasn’t crying was when she was nursing or sleeping. But even when she was sleeping she woke up an average of ten times per night (crying of course), and the reality of the apparent problems my baby had hit me hard as it came up to the time to return to my beloved job. There was no way I could put her in care. There was no way she would put up with being apart from me nine and a half hours a day, five days a week.

Before coming to this conclusion, I had been interviewed by my employer for a position that would have had me promoted. I won the interview. It was exactly what I wanted, and I racked my brain to think of a way to make it work. They racked their brains thinking of a way to make it work for me too, but in the end I had to turn it down. I requested a year’s leave of absence and received it. I promised to return. I hoped my daughter would mature and individuate enough for me to leave her by that time.

A leave of absence covered my health benefits but not any salary. I decided I would do child care in order to generate some income and stay home with our daughter; however, our bills were high and debts were mounting. While I made enough money on maternity leave to keep my end of things afloat, we had no money set aside for even one dry month. There was no way I could make enough money looking after only one or two other children. (I wanted to only do “license-not-required” child care so I could still devote much of my care and attention on my daughter. That meant that by British Columbian law I could only have one to two other children under my care). So we sold our house.

It was an extreme move and a bold move, but a good move. The house had gained enough equity in the previous year to pay off most of our bills and apply a big chunk of change toward a down payment on the new house. This meant our mortgage payments were much lower than they otherwise would have been, which took a lot of pressure off us. The new house (where we live now) was perfect for running a family child care business out of too. Having a lower mortgage and way less debt meant I could work child care around a schedule that worked best for me and my daughter. For a year I only cared for one or two children at a time.

Fast forward eleven months. I’m pregnant. If I want a paid maternity leave again I have to return to work full time for six months. I had one month to find a new job. The jobs available were rotating day, evening and night shifts, now an hour’s drive away. My daughter was still a very high needs child, and I knew she wouldn’t tolerate the hours I would be forced to work. And finding child care provider for a high needs one year old, to work around my crazy schedule was way too much to figure out with less than a month’s notice.

So I didn’t return to a full time job in health care. I birthed my second daughter at home and saved up enough money to take two months off work before returning to my daycare duties. Just like my American friends, I thought. I really missed not having a maternity leave the second time around. I felt especially ripped off because I had been working full time for a year and a half at that point, but when you have your own business, it doesn’t matter how much you work, you don’t qualify for Employment Insurance so you don’t get a mat leave. Yes, I still got to stay at home with my second daughter, but it wasn’t quite the same thing.

My husband got to take advantage of his right to a parental leave though. He took his full allowance of six months off. He got paid to be at home, just like I did the first time around, and it benefitted me a lot to be able to rely on him for help when I needed it. He got a chance to have a break after working double shifts for a decade.

I’m very thankful to be Canadian. I’m thankful we have a year long paid maternity leave, and I’m thankful to have had an employer who let me take a year’s leave of absence and then didn’t freak out too much when I was unable to return. Being on maternity leave was wonderful for bonding with and getting to know my daughter, and I often think that if I hadn’t had that time with her, things could have been a lot rougher than they were. Maybe not for me, but definitely for her. It gave me the time to realize something was wrong and it gave me the time to sort out my priorities. We wouldn’t have sold our house if it wasn’t for needing more money so I could be a stay-at-home-mom with our daughter. We assumed we’d live there forever. Although perhaps not the best for the economy, Canada’s maternity leave is best for families. At least it was for mine.

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