this has been moses' first week of daycare. rough. that about describes it. the first day, he got a mysterious scratch/bruise on his cheek. i imagine he fell off of somewhere and nobody wanted to tell us about it. the reports said he cried and yelled nearly all day, and even had a low-grade fever at the end of the day. when he got home, he drank 15 ounces of fluids and a huge dinner! he must not have eaten or drank much through the day, which i learned was quite normal, what with all the crying they do when they're new to that sort of thing. the second day (his fever was gone by morning, so he went to daycare), he still cried, but had a bit more peace and even laid quietly on the cot a while after naptime. the third day, he still cried, but had some playtime with legos and it seems each day is getting better. the naps have remained but an hour long, which is far too short for this tyke! which means he is overtired and grumpy for the rest of the day and his night-time sleep is now super affected as well. last night, after day three, he cried for 20 minutes before sleeping (that hasn't happened at home for night sleep for quite some time), and then he woke up after midnight and fussed for about an hour and a half. i intervened somewhere in the middle of that, but when i put him down, he resumed the whining. after shane and i couldn't handle it, we decided to bring him into bed with us (because he was sick and totally not letting up on the fussing), and so.... none of us slept a proper night's sleep, but at least the baby wasn't crying. he woke up with a fever today, and so we kept him home from the nightmare of daycare today.
i know this is going to be good for him in the long run, and we don't even have much of a choice anyway since i have to work, but it is tearing my heart up. when i've gone to pick him up, he has been sitting quietly at the table with a snack in front of him, looking more pitiful than i've ever seen that little guy. when he sees me, he just bursts into the biggest, saddest, wailing tears of his life, which i take to mean, 'why have you left me here all day, momma?'
he's had meltdowns at dinner/bath time these past few days as well, which totally spoils the little time we have together. i was planning on scooting him to bed early tonight as well, to try to catch him up on sleep, but i decided to just enjoy him instead for as long as we liked. i read him a story, snuggled with him, tickled his little chest, and told him how much of a joy he is and how happy i am with him. he smiled really big and seemed to really snuggle into me, which is actually a rather rare occurrence, so it was a real treasure. i also prayed for his body, mind and spirit, and had a good apology and cry time that he wasn't phased by. i am profoundly sad about how sad he's been this week. anyway, after about 30 minutes of sweet baby time, i laid him down in his crib, and he has been quiet ever since. i guess the snuggles were worth more than an early bedtime. i wonder if he's just been wondering if we still love him after all these days apart. what a rough time... for everyone involved. also, being sick stinks. also, getting up at 6 every day also stinks a little bit as well.
lovelove,
husky
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