Sasha has been in daycare for about a week and a half, now. Some of you may be wondering how she's doing. The answer: Really quite well, considering.
The biggest issue, of course, was the whole bottle thing. Some days she'll throw one back, some days she doesn't even want to look at it. She's eating lunch there pretty well -- better than at home, in fact. So the immediate worry of whether she's going to starve to death or become dangerously dehydrated aren't spending all day right at the back of my mind.
But is she happy? Well, here's the evidence I have. She is tickled pink to get her coat on and drive there in the morning. She cries and clings to me when it's time to hand her over, but she actually went to Rosemary herself, this morning. She wails like her heart is going to break when I leave. But she only cries for a few minutes.
Sasha plays on the floor. She watches what the other children are doing. She talks to them, and she has learned from them how to clap her hands. After she comes home, for the rest of the day, she is ludicrously happy. She has started laughing at us from out of nowhere. We have never known her to be so giddy before.
At the same time, she is becoming less clingy in the evenings. The first couple of days in care, she came home and wanted to snuggle with us all night. Now she's back to her adventuring and exploring all the places mommy and daddy don't want her.
Sasha seems happy, my stress level is way down, and we're even saving some money this way. In all, things are looking up for us.
My kitchen is: Exactly the same as last time, except now with a pizza box on top of the stove.
Posted by andrea at February 28, 2003 09:51 AM