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My Maternity Leave Experience

My manager smiled warmly and said, “Congratulations! You’re free to take leave whenever you need.” Encouraged by this, I submitted a request for 12 weeks of fully paid maternity leave. The approval came swiftly, filling me with gratitude and confidence that my company valued my well-being during this transformative time. Everything felt aligned for a smooth transition into motherhood—until I opened my online payslip a month later and stared at a devastating figure: zero.

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A wave of anxiety crashed over me. My savings couldn’t stretch to cover household expenses, much less the costs of welcoming a new baby. Desperate for clarity, I dialed my boss, clinging to the hope that this was a simple error. He picked up with a breezy tone. “Oh, I mentioned to HR that you preferred unpaid leave. Seemed like what you wanted.” My heart sank. “Why would you assume that? I explicitly requested paid maternity leave, and you signed off on it!” My voice shook with a mix of disbelief and anger.

He gave an uneasy laugh. “I guess I skimmed the paperwork. These mix-ups happen. You’ll get your pay when you’re back at work.” But that solution didn’t work for me. With a baby arriving soon, I needed financial stability now, not later. Determined to resolve this, I gathered all my emails and the approval documents, then reached out to HR directly. When they reviewed my evidence, they were outraged. It turned out my boss had mishandled multiple leave requests, not only mine.

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Within days, HR corrected the error, ensuring I received my full back pay. They also introduced a rigorous review process to prevent future mistakes. Months later, as I cradled my newborn, I reflected on how narrowly I’d escaped financial strain. This ordeal left me with a powerful lesson: always document agreements, advocate for yourself, and stand firm to secure what you’re entitled to.

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