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Aug
It’s just so quiet. That’s the worst part about this daycare thing. Somehow, when she’s gone it is *so much* more quiet than it is even when she is here but sleeping. I miss her a lot…
We’re just beginning our third week of daycare. The first day was awful, worse even than I imagined it would be. She cried! Craig and I both went together those first few days, and the first morning when she got there and went to the head teacher for her room (Miss Emma), she started crying. We had taken her by to meet Miss Emma and play with her for a few minutes a couple of times before, precisely to try to avoid her being scared on her first day. But we had been on vacation the previous week, so it wasn’t fresh in her mind, I guess. Honestly, if Craig hadn’t been there, I would’ve just said forget the whole thing and taken her home. That’s probably why he went! %-)
Anyway, despite the fact that I felt like someone was ripping my heart out, we left. I had started crying when she did, and pretty much cried off and on the whole time she was there. But once we got home I would go into the bathroom to cry, so Craig wouldn’t see. He thinks crying is a sign of weakness. He missed her, too, though – I could tell. We both just kind of moped around until we decided to go pick her up.
We didn’t leave her there long on that first day, and when we got back she wasn’t crying, but you could tell she had been. He thinks crying is a sign of weakness. They get little “Daily Report” sheets, which list the activities they do, when they ate and got changed, and how they were feeling. It says “I was: cheerful, enthusiastic, happy, talkative, content, tired, fussy, clingy, sad, not myself at all” (the teacher circles whichever ones apply). The only thing circled on hers was “sad”. It was so awful. Beyond awful, actually. Miss Emma assured us that the first day was always hard, and that the next day she would be fine. I wasn’t so sure…
The second day she didn’t cry when we dropped her off; she just looked kind of resigned to the whole thing. In some ways that was worse! At the end of that day, Miss Emma said that the first two or three days were always hard, and that by the end of the week she would be fine…
The third day she actually smiled at Miss Emma when we dropped her off. I was practically weak with relief. Miss Emma said she still didn’t really like the other kids trying to play with her (there are two babies in her room who are older than her, and can crawl; they would try to crawl up and play with her, but she didn’t have much interest), but she wasn’t fussy at all with the teachers. And you know, Miss Emma was right – by the end of the week she *was* fine; on Friday, they circled that she was “happy”.
Okay, Craig’s done giving her her bath now, and it’s story time. More later…
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