It's so hard dropping Isadora off at day care. It was so easy with Lincoln. I cried the first day we dropped him off and after that, dropping him off was a breeze. I have no idea why it's different this time.
We admit we probably have babied Isadora a little more than we did Lincoln. I think that's because we were completely clueless and had no idea what to expect. This time, we know what's coming; we know now that all you do is blink and that itty bitty newborn is sitting up. You blink again and they're walking. People always say it goes so fast. I never believed them. I should have listened. It does go by so fast. That was something we didn't realize the first time.
With Isa, I am determined to make sure she's on breast milk until she's 6 months old. We started giving Lincoln cereal around 4 and a half months. We gave him a bottle at 5 weeks. We weren't even sure if Isadora would take a bottle her first day at day care: she was 14 weeks. We hold Isa a lot more. In fact, I've actually gone into her room and taken her out of bed just to rock with her. I never, EVER would have done this with Lincoln. Ever. Although, for as much as she slept on us for the first 6 weeks of her life, she would much rather be in her bed than on someone. Which is good…I suppose.
Anyway, the truth of the matter is dropping Isadora off at day care makes my heart break into a million little pieces. This was her third week and it's not getting any easier for her or I. Tuesday when I handed her to Ms. Susan, her eyes immediately got red and she stuck out her bottom lip. I thought that was bad until I dropped her off yesterday and she turned her head away from me when I went to kiss her cheek good-bye. I ran out of there so fast. It took everything I had to not take her home with me.
They always tell me she does fine even though I pick her up and she looks exhausted. I don't think she's ever slept more than 45 minutes there. At home, she usually sleeps for a good 2 or 3 hours twice a day. They keep telling me it's fine and it's ok, but I am so afraid all the infant room teachers will start dreading Tuesdays and Thursdays!
It has to get better. It will get better for her and I...right?
We admit we probably have babied Isadora a little more than we did Lincoln. I think that's because we were completely clueless and had no idea what to expect. This time, we know what's coming; we know now that all you do is blink and that itty bitty newborn is sitting up. You blink again and they're walking. People always say it goes so fast. I never believed them. I should have listened. It does go by so fast. That was something we didn't realize the first time.
With Isa, I am determined to make sure she's on breast milk until she's 6 months old. We started giving Lincoln cereal around 4 and a half months. We gave him a bottle at 5 weeks. We weren't even sure if Isadora would take a bottle her first day at day care: she was 14 weeks. We hold Isa a lot more. In fact, I've actually gone into her room and taken her out of bed just to rock with her. I never, EVER would have done this with Lincoln. Ever. Although, for as much as she slept on us for the first 6 weeks of her life, she would much rather be in her bed than on someone. Which is good…I suppose.
Anyway, the truth of the matter is dropping Isadora off at day care makes my heart break into a million little pieces. This was her third week and it's not getting any easier for her or I. Tuesday when I handed her to Ms. Susan, her eyes immediately got red and she stuck out her bottom lip. I thought that was bad until I dropped her off yesterday and she turned her head away from me when I went to kiss her cheek good-bye. I ran out of there so fast. It took everything I had to not take her home with me.
They always tell me she does fine even though I pick her up and she looks exhausted. I don't think she's ever slept more than 45 minutes there. At home, she usually sleeps for a good 2 or 3 hours twice a day. They keep telling me it's fine and it's ok, but I am so afraid all the infant room teachers will start dreading Tuesdays and Thursdays!
It has to get better. It will get better for her and I...right?