I took Jack to his new daycare yesterday and he immediately started playing and having a great time. I stayed for about 15 minutes just to make sure all was well and then departed. He had a fabulous day and when I picked him up he was happy as a clam. He told his daycare provider he would see her again tomorrow and gave her a hug! We chatted all the way home about the fun he had and his new friends Flavia and Javier. It was really the perfect first day.
Today was a different story. Even though he had a good night’s sleep he woke up in a snit and wouldn’t get dressed again. It took me an hour and a half to get him ready and in the car and he was crying and throwing a fit about wanting to stay home. I suspected today’s drop-off would be hard (since he knows what’s going on now) but this was pretty awful. I felt terrible for him but also upset for myself because I was beyond late for work. Jack clung to me when we arrived at daycare so of course now I am feeling awfully guilty.
I know he is fine (I have checked up on him). He always calms down soon after I leave and the daycare transition typically takes about 2 weeks. Until he settles in, though, I will feel like I’m abandoning my baby every day to go to a job that I don’t even like. Alas, if only I was independently wealthy!