A breather
I work at a hyper-growth, fast-paced company and have been WFH with my baby girl since she was 3 months old. Between weekly syncs and nonstop ad hoc meetings, there were plenty of days we barely made it. I’d plan naps around my calendar, but she’d still wake up mid-meeting. For executive meetings, my sister would come watch her, which worked until she was about 6–7 months and realized my sister wasn’t me. I even got the OLEAP pilot earphones so I could occasionally work off camera when I needed to.
Some days it felt like all I did was feed, change diapers, and get her down for naps while trying to keep up with work. I honestly don’t know how I made it through, but I did. The hard part was that it made me a much angrier person. I’d find myself getting frustrated with my daughter or my husband—people who absolutely didn’t deserve it.
Thankfully, my husband completely changed his work schedule for me, so now I have help three days a week instead of trying to do it all five. I’ll still be solo on Thursdays and Fridays, but even those days feel so much more manageable now.
I guess what I’m trying to say is: take the help wherever you can get it. Don’t feel guilty for accepting it. Your house doesn’t need to be spotless during the day. Right now, your priorities are your job and being the best mom you can be. Everything else can wait.