I never thought it would be easy this whole going-back-to-work-and-sending-the-baby-to-daycare thing. I never pretended that I was looking forward to it, or that I thought it would be a walk in the park. But secretly I hoped that it would be hard on me, not the baby. C adjusted to daycare like a fish to water. If we’re honest I don’t even think she ever noticed that I was gone. One day it was all mommy all the time and the next it was “hey, did we tell you? She rolled over today!”
Little L? She’s not adjusting so well.
The first couple of days were rough, but I was expecting that. I haven’t prepped Little L for daycare the way I did C. But she’s a happy baby and I didn’t think it would be all that hard. Yet every evening when I pick up the girls I get to hear how much she cried and how unhappy she was, how she cried herself to sleep for each nap, and how she never wanted anyone to put her down.
You would think that after a full week of daycare things would have gotten better, but they didn’t really improve as the week went on, if possible they actually got worse; Friday was her worst day so far, according to one of the aides. I want to tell them how to fix it, but frankly I don’t know what would help. She’s a happy kid at home. She’ll play on her mat, or hang out next to me. She chatters and blows raspberries. She naps in her crib, or in her car seat, and she rarely puts up a fuss when going to sleep. So I just don’t know what to tell them.
I know she’ll adjust. I know she’ll grow attached to them. I know they’ll get to know her and her quirks. I know that she’ll never remember any of it, and honestly I probably won’t either. Deep inside I know all this, but I can’t help being sad knowing that tomorrow she’s going to cry, and probably cry a lot. At this point it’s all I can do not to cry myself.