Today is the first day Ben and Maya are in daycare. They will go to a private daycare 4 days a week for 5 hours each day.
Ben is fine. Ben I am not worried about. But Maya…my sweet baby girl! I feel like I must be coming apart at the seams. I cried all the way home in the car.
I don’t know how I feel about this daycare for Maya. The babyroom is nice but the babies cry a lot and nobody picks them up. It makes me feel sick to my stomach just thinking about my babygirl crying with nobody to comfort her. There was a new baby there who was clearly exhausted and couldn’t stop crying, so I went over and picked him up (Maya, of course, was totally fine and wanted to play with all the new toys, by which I mean put them all in her mouth at once). The little guy quieted down right away and I rocked him until he fell asleep. He was so peaceful, and the entire room relaxed. Until, that is, the office assistant rushed in like I was a terrorist and told me I could not hold “another person’s child.” I was mortified but I wasn’t about to let go of a sleeping child, so I went over and put the baby down in a crib. Poor sweetie!
She told me that I wasn’t fingerprinted, blah blah blah and I said, “Well, actually, I am.” I mean, I worked in a daycare off and on for 3 years, of course I am fingerprinted! So then she said, “Well, you have to be on staff.” So I went in afterwards to ask her what I need to be on staff and she made it seem like it was a huge deal, listing off the things I need — resume, recommendations, fingerprint clearance card, TB test, CPR/First Aid — which are all standard, and most of them I already have. So I totally plan to march in there with my paperwork next week so I don’t have to sit there and listen to a baby cry. I won’t do it!
I am crying instead. I can’t seem to stop being teary. Oh, my babies, my babies…
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