Wednesday, October 1, 2008
When C. was born, my husband had three days off from work. I was still in one hospital recovering from surgery, C. was in the NICU of the adjoining children's hospital, and he had to go back to the office. Had she not been born on the weekend at Christmastime, it would have been even less. It was a tough, tough time. Even with a full-term, healthy baby, I think it would have been a little hard to have Daddy go back to work so soon...
Let's compare that to my son's birth earlier that same year...
When I found out I was pregnant the first time, both my husband and I worked for the same company. A bank. I'm going to go ahead and call 'em out by name here because, well, I'm going to tell you about something that they do SO RIGHT and they deserve credit for it. We worked for Bank of America. Different banking centers, but the same corporation.
When I announced my pregnancy, I was told that I was entitled to eight weeks of paid maternity leave. Quite generous, but not unheard of. My husband was told that he was entitled to eight weeks of paid paternity leave. Whoa. Back up. Paternity leave? Eight weeks???
Yep. Bank of America continued to send us full pay checks for two full months while we both stayed home with our newborn son. How 'bout that.
When I went to my post-partum check-up, my OB remarked, "You look absolutely fantastic. Really. What's your secret?"
It Works for Me!
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