My maternity leave officially ends tomorrow but I'm not going back to work until Monday the 24th (thank goodness for PTO!). As I sit here typing this, I have Colin on my lap taking his morning nap. Normally he is in his crib or his bouncer but I can't bring myself to put him down because come Monday, I won't have many days like this left. I find myself staring at him, wondering how I am ever going to leave him at daycare for 10 hours a day. The woman who runs his daycare is really very nice and I know she'll take great care of him...but I worry she won't snuggle him when he cries or sing to him or whisper in his ear. It's true that kids don't come with instructions but mine sure will! I have been documenting every minute of the day that I'll be away from him so Lola (daycare lady) will know what to do for him. Maybe that makes me a bit neurotic but I. Don't. Care. I need to do it for my own sanity while I'm away from him.
When Mark & I were first looking for a daycare, we initially decided to have my mom watch C until he was a little older and then we would move him to a daycare to get more interaction with other kids and start preparing him for school. Then we found out state registered in-home daycare's are a tax write off. So we decided to go that route but now I'm regretting it. I would much rather leave him with my mom than a stranger. Our plan is to see how daycare goes and if it's not working out, then we'll either find another daycare or take him to my mom.
Daycare isn't the only hurdle on the horizon. C will also have his 2 month shots next Tuesday. He'll be getting six (!) shots. Holy crap. I can't even think about it without tearing up. I mean, six shots in his tiny little legs. Why?! Why does a 2 month old need that many shots? Most of them are more for the community's good rather than his own but he is going to daycare and I want to make sure he's protected from contagious diseases. I plan on asking his pediatrician to put him on a delayed vaccination schedule so we'll see how that goes. I'm also going to demand (you like that?!) that I be able to hold him while he's getting the shots and I want a packet of sugar water for his pacifier. I will also have 2 ice packs in the diaper bag ready and waiting to put on his little legs. I always think of the worst case scenario (I'm a pessimist) so of course, I am fully prepared for them to tell me I can't hold him and he can't have sugar water, which would cause me to say a few choice words, gather up his stuff and get the heck outta there as quick as I can. I'm sure that scenario is a bit more dramatic than what will really happen but this is what goes on inside my head. It's exhausting but I can't help it.
I'll let you know how next week goes!
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