First day at daycare blues

This week Eden started going to daycare. Monday was her first day. We researched the different daycare providers over the last few months, drove by to check out the ones that seemed like viable candidates, and visited a few of them that we were seriously interested in. We settled on one that is just a bit outside of town, but seemed like an organized, clean facility with caring, competent workers.


Mommy and Eden on their way out the door for
the first day of daycare

Still, no matter how much homework you do, that first day is tough. Dropping your little girl off with strangers just feels wrong on a primal level. You know that people do it every day and in almost every case, the children are fine and in good hands. And while your logical mind is fully aware of all this, your heart is having a hard time letting her go. You know it's just for the day, but turning around and walking out that door is a true test of will power.

So, it was a bit of a comfort that when we went to pick her up Monday afternoon, she was just as happy as a clam. She was sitting on the floor with another baby girl right at her side. They looked like they were chatting about the weather, or their outfits, or how many poops they had each done that day - except of course neither one of them could talk.

The afternoon infant care worker told us that Eden did pretty well all in all. She was a little fussy with the new surroundings and change in routine, but that is to be expected. I think Mom, Dad, and Eden will all have to adjust a little bit to this new routine. Already it has gotten just a little bit easier.

That's the news for now. We'll keep you posted.