It's over...whew. Boden and I both survived his first day of daycare. I was tempted to disguise myself as an evergreen tree and peep into the daycare lady's windows but managed to talk myself out of that. I dropped Boden off around 9 into the capable and open arms of both the daycare ladies. The kids that were there crowded around him and everyone wanted to touch him (full of germs, I'm sure). When I left, he was smiling at me (a good image for me to remember).
I continued to fret whether or not this was the right thing to do...maybe I should have just waited until the week I went back to work instead of easing him (me) into it like this.
I spent my day paying bills, pumping, arguing with BCBS, walking the dogs, getting groceries, and having coffee with a friend..basically distracting myself until 3:30 when I said I would be back for him. When I picked Boden up at 3:30, he was still smiling. They said he even took a couple naps. Apparently he really enjoyed the swing there, he watched all the big kids with big wide eyes, he smiled a lot (and they commented how infectious his little smile was), and was generally a good baby. Yea.
Their parting words were he didn't have much of an afternoon nap, so might sleep a little more. They live on a cul de sac and before I had left their street, he was sound asleep :) (Sounds like Grandpa).
The rest of the evening went fine (or, as usual). A little bit of a meltdown (screaming, crying) around bedtime. An hour of rocking with a few trips back up to his bedroom to re-rock after he'd woken up a bit. He went to bed at the usual time, woke up for a snack right after I had fallen asleep (so I was still as dazed as if it had been the middle of the night), woke up at 3 and ate for an hour (usually it's 20-25 mins) and is still sleeping (7 am). So, either daycare wore him out or he needed some extra sleep.
All over. I survived with only a few tears shed.
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