D-Day

It’s finally happened. We’re reached the day where Lyla starts official daycare… and I’m a mess.

I decided that, with the holiday weekend, I could fudge an extra day home with my little bug and get everything settled before her big day today. She did not sleep well Sunday night and woke up at 3:15 a.m. with no intention of going back to sleep any time soon so after a bottle and some rocking and snuggling she fell asleep and I was back in bed a little after 4. She was an adorable champ yesterday with naps and eating and we were able to get a good 2 hour nap in with snuggles during the day. I’m not sure if that made things easier or more difficult today but I enjoyed every minute of it.

With all of her bottles mixed and ready, her paperwork in order, and supplies of diapers, wipes, and extra clothes in place we settled down last night for some more family time snuggling. She was in such a great mood and super happy and giggly I stayed up, as usual, and gave her the 10 p.m. bottle and then put her in her crib and she was sleeping soundly by 10:30. I climbed into bed shortly thereafter, still pooped from the night before, and could not turn my anxious brain off. I think I fell asleep somewhere close to midnight and then woke up around 3 because I could hear her rolling around in her crib and making little squeaks and squawks. She didn’t need me but I could not turn my super spidey sonar sense down.

She woke up super happy, as usual, and we did our normal breakfast and morning routine then plopped her in the car and took the drive down the hill to daycare. She was her happy screechy self the entire car ride and I was just trying hard to keep it together. Inside my brain I was saying “You cannot barf and drive. Nor can you poop your stomach out. Stinky pants do not make a good first impression on the daycare staff”. She has been there for about two and a half hours now and I cannot stop picturing the confused look on her face as she sees us leaving while she is sitting in an exersaucer. She didn’t cry and wasn’t sad, just super confused.What didn't help was her daddy saying to me as we got to the parking lot "you like this place?". Yes. That's exactly what I needed to hear after we are just leaving our daughter with strangers. Awesome. Turns out, the reason he said this was because he was expecting way more babies and staff and stuff all around the room. I explained how this is good that they are organized and that there are not a ton of babies because she'll get more attention. This is good. It will all be good. 

I’m pretty sure that the anxiety of this week, in addition to the exercise regimen that I have started, will surely help me get rid of this extra weight. Silver lining, I guess.

Just three and a half more hours until I can go pick up my adorable bug, not that I’m counting the minutes or anything.