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unrestraint) wrote2015-06-27 03:45 pm
unrestraint) wrote2015-06-27 03:45 pm
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j'ai pas envie de faire comme si
The amount of time that Korra still has left for maternity leave is dwindling down by the day. It at once makes her extremely conscious of how quickly time has passed and leaves her flummoxed as to why leave is such a limited thing. Back in the South Pole, mothers were allowed to take a significant amount of time away from their duties in the couple of years following the birth of a child, and when they returned to work, it was a gradual thing. None of them had to worry about losing their jobs, because the entire tribe was a communal one.
People contributed when they could, people looked out for each other's jobs. Maybe that was the benefit of a small community, Korra thinks to herself.
But Darrow is another beast entirely, and just as Atka is finally starting to babble with monosyllabic sounds, Korra finds herself needing to figure out what to do with him for the few hours per day that she's been asked to put back into work. (Or else, potentially lose her job in the long-run.) It's an incredibly stressful set of circumstances to balance, and it leaves Korra frustrated and on edge.
"Hey, hey," she says, biting down on her lip with a frown as she pats Atka's back. He's wailing and she's not entirely sure why — his diaper has been freshly changed, he was fed recently, he was burped. Maybe there's some truth to the stories that Korra has heard of kids being able to pick up on their parents' emotions. "What's wrong? Look, Sam's coming over soon, okay? You don't want to be crying the whole time when he's here. C'mon, Atka. What's going on?"
Off to the side, Naga whines and lays on the hardwood floor, covering her ears with her paws.
People contributed when they could, people looked out for each other's jobs. Maybe that was the benefit of a small community, Korra thinks to herself.
But Darrow is another beast entirely, and just as Atka is finally starting to babble with monosyllabic sounds, Korra finds herself needing to figure out what to do with him for the few hours per day that she's been asked to put back into work. (Or else, potentially lose her job in the long-run.) It's an incredibly stressful set of circumstances to balance, and it leaves Korra frustrated and on edge.
"Hey, hey," she says, biting down on her lip with a frown as she pats Atka's back. He's wailing and she's not entirely sure why — his diaper has been freshly changed, he was fed recently, he was burped. Maybe there's some truth to the stories that Korra has heard of kids being able to pick up on their parents' emotions. "What's wrong? Look, Sam's coming over soon, okay? You don't want to be crying the whole time when he's here. C'mon, Atka. What's going on?"
Off to the side, Naga whines and lays on the hardwood floor, covering her ears with her paws.