Yesterday was a BIG day for all of us. Not only was it the end of my maternity leave and the first day back to work, but it was also the first day of daycare for our little man. I had been dreading this day for over 3 months and did everything I could to stop it from coming. But Old Father Time ticked on and the big day arrived. After a lengthy pep talk advising James to get along with the kids and not to pick any fights, we decided Ralph Lauren was a good first day of school outfit. :)
I did most of my crying the night before because I really wanted to stay strong when we arrived at the daycare. Mission: Accomplished...sort of. We arrived around 7:30 am and I anticipated that James would get spooked when he saw all the strangers. Not so much. As Miss Nigora showed us around, James just took it all in ~ and was smiling. By the time we left, he was deeply involved in his play mat so we knew he would be just fine.
I cried in the parking lot.
The day flew by as I caught up with 3 months worth of work and tried to remember things that my now Mommy-fied brain had forgotten. I gave a call to the daycare center around noon to check in on the little guy and was pleased to find out that he was doing great. He had taken a few naps and had fun during tummy time. Apparently he is "very smiley" and "sleeps well without having to be rocked." Yah!
Finally it was 5:30 pm and time to pick him up. When we arrived he was out cold in his crib. We collected his empty bottles and picked him up to load him in the car seat. He was very groggy - never have we awoken him from a deep sleep. But then the big smiled creeped onto his face. It made my heart melt. We spent the rest of is awake hours playing in our Bumbo and with Lucy.
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