I dropped Lady Jr off at daycare this morning. Even warned and prepared, it was still hard. Seeing her in a stranger’s arms. Leaving her there. Not crying. Crying. Walking to the car without her. Going home to a house without her.
Working helps because then I can be busy and not worry about her. But then our daycare has this app where you get updated when baby eats or poops or sleeps and they also send pictures. And I got the first picture and I just started crying again. Lady Jr looked so concerned and out of place and I know she’s fine, I know I’m just projecting, but aargh.
It’ll get better. It has to. I have to work. She’ll be okay. And it’s only 3 days a week. I’m so lucky that it’s only 3 days a week.
I had her all to myself on Monday and Tuesday and everything was just fine. Although I did get tired of being sole caretaker by about 3 or 4pm each day, hah. But she went down for every nap like a dream, instantly falling asleep in my arms and staying that way when I transferred her to the crib.
She’s discovered that she can roll onto her side when she’s diaperless, so now that’s her new favorite thing. She’ll babble and play with the rings of her playmat for hours if she doesn’t have a diaper on. It’s made cleaning and cooking a whole lot easier.
She still gets it into her head that she wants to sit up, so she’ll whine until we help her and then she’s just a happy little Ladysaurus Rex.
I’ve also discovered that she likes sitting on my hips while I do sit-ups. I kiss her forehead between each rep and she laughs. 🙂
Basically I love this baby but I also need time away from her but I also don’t want to spend any time away from her. I guess that’s what they mean by you can’t have your cake and eat it at the same time, eh?