Sippy started daycare on Thursday. And while the daycare seems totally lovely and the people are ridiculously nice it was a little traumatic for everyone involved.
It seems like it wouldn’t be a big deal – Sippy has been under the daytime care of the Super-Nanny or Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop since she was three months old. She loves that time and practically kicks me out the door to go to work when they arrive. But this was different.
This was at someone’s else’s house.
This was with a bunch of kids neither of us knows.
This was with caretakers neither of us knows well.
This was hard for both of us.
(Why yes – we did both cry. Who wants to know?)
At the end of the day on Friday – Day Two – I went to pick up Sippy. She was not crying (well until she saw me then she started running towards me at full speed wailing – big faker) and so I was happy that things were improving. Daycare Lady let me know that Sippy was doing really well adjusting – that she gets sad sometimes but she gets over it with some lovin’ and distractions – and that there were lots of times when she was happy and playing and dancing and hugging too. She mentioned that it’s great that Sippy has alot of words and likes to talk alot. She was very sweet and re-assuring.
And then Kid #2 chimes in: “Yeah – She cries alot too.”