He’s six months old and this is the second time we’ve done this so, piece of cake right? Not exactly. I don’t think it is ever easy to drop your child off at daycare for the first time.
And I’m one of the lucky ones. I had enough vacation and sick leave to take nine weeks paid time off and then went back to work part time for a few months. (Only in America is this considered lucky, but I digress). And my husband was able to work part time also so that we didn’t have to put our son in daycare right away and my husband was able to bond with him.
And yet I am close to tears knowing that today was the last weekday morning I’ll spend with my little man. I kissed his head a million times and took in that sweet baby smell as I checked off the boxes on his daycare supply list.
Theoretically I’m more prepared this time. I’ve got 42 personalized name labels, a large stash of frozen breast milk and this baby actually takes a pacifier. But there’s still that gnawing feeling that I’m not doing the right thing. That I might miss something. That he needs me.
But I like my career. And our daycare is one of the best in our area and we love the teachers there. It’s a place of warmth and creativity where our daughter is thriving. Not to mention it’s only a few blocks from my office and I can stop in anytime to nurse him or just check on him.
I can only imagine how difficult it must be for parents who have to leave their children in less than ideal situations in order to work to provide for them. I really am one of the lucky ones. And having done this before, I know one thing for certain. The first day is hard, but it does get better.
We’ll take it one day at a time. And who knows? I might not even cry this time.