Fast forward to May and I was picking her up for the last time before summer. That's when I wrote this. Well, our summer was AWESOME. She was just getting to the age where she wanted to learn anything and everything. She was a sponge and I was glad to be there to pour in everything I could. She learned all sorts of stuff and became a pretty decent conversationalist.
Then came August when summer ended and we had to go back to work. Thanks to my mom, we got her to stay for a week and Jason's mom to stay for a week so that we didn't have to pay for daycare at all in August. That was really sweet of them and awesome for us because we got to focus on school starting and not have to worry about her. We knew she was at home and getting a good nap and bopping around and having a good ol' time. She would cry for us when we left, but I'm sure that was more for our benefit than hers. I think it lasted 2.5 seconds and then the Bubble Guppies or her blocks would grab her attention.
This week was the first week of 'school' for C and it was rough. I wish I could go back to myself last year and explain what a breeze taking her to 'school' was then because she didn't know any difference and was happy just about anywhere you put her. Now that she is 18 months old, she is very aware of where she is and where we are. So when we get to school I walk her in and she starts crying as soon as we walk in the door. I know she doesn't remember Mrs. Val and Mrs. Nita from last year, but they LOVE her and have been so patient with her. So they are right there to help take her and distract her. So I either hand C over or they take her while she is crying harder and yelling out for me. I tell her bye bye, that I love her, and that mommy always comes back. Then I close the door and walk to my car as I can hear her crying for me. It is absolutely heart breaking. Then I drive to school (only crying one morning this week when I left!), put in my full day of work, and get in my car as soon as I can. When they open the door she walks out to me crying because they have just told her that I'm there and she starts crying because she is reminded that I've left her. Then they tell me either she slept for 45 minutes or just cried the whole time and hasn't had a nap at all. When we get in the car most of the car ride home consists of her saying, 'Mommy' and 'back' and me reassuring her that Mommy will ALWAYS come back. Then every once in a while she'll through, 'Daddy' and 'back' in there, just to make sure that Daddy will always come back, too!
As rough as this week has been, I have to believe that it will only get better from here. It seems that she is playing a little more each day and doing a little less crying. They say she is eating just as well as she always has, so it isn't like she is so distraught she can't eat. Home girl just needs to take a nap!
So we made it through this week. It was tough, but we made it to Friday. So when the bell rang this afternoon I rushed to my car, scooped her up, and got her home. We started our weekend together by watching 3 - THREE! - episodes of Bubble Guppies in a row. She usually gets one in the afternoon and that is it. Today, I didn't give a shit how many she watched and what it may do to her. All I wanted to do was sit with her and kiss her head and get her a snack and pay attention to only her. It was the perfect way to start off the weekend and I don't plan on doing anything but making sure to get some good QT in with her.
I hope I can come back in a couple of weeks and wipe my brow and be glad that we made it through!
Thank you, Darius Rucker, for helping me believe that this will get better!
From 'It Won't Be Like This For Long'
And when he drops her off at preschool
She's clinging to his leg
She's clinging to his leg
The teacher peels her off of him
He says what can I do
She says now don't you worry
This’ll only last a week or two
It won’t be like this for long
One day soon you'll drop her off
And she won’t even know you're gone
This phase is gonna fly by
If you can just hold on
It won’t be like this for long
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