Shew! What a week! Calvin and I both survived a lot of changes this week. I started back to work on Tuesday the 29th and Calvin started his first week at daycare on the 30th. If all of this isn't already enough for this mama, we did it all while Daddy was out of town for a little R & R with the guys. So, here's a little info on how our week went.
My first day back to work on Tuesday went very smoothly. Calvin stayed home with his Dad and I had a great first day back. I missed both of my handsome guys terribly, but no tears. After a little dinner out that evening, Patrick headed to Phoenix for a week of watching and playing golf with some friends.
I spent Tuesday evening labeling, prepping and packing. I was determined to make Wednesday morning run as smoothly as possible. My alarm rang at a very early 4:45 am. I was feeling good about the day and even thought that I might get through the daycare drop off without any tears. Calvin was dressed and ready to go in his car seat and I began to load the car. I took 1....2....3....4.....5.....6.....7....8!!! bags out to the car. Yes, eight bags were required for me to go to work and Calvin to day care!! What the heck!? I have since narrowed that down......no more make-up bag required :)
As I was loading Calvin into the car that morning, I kept repeating to myself, "I can do this!" These daycare providers are trained and trustworthy. I proceeded to drive East and it wasn't until I turn onto Buffalo Road, about a mile from Calvin's new "school", that I completely lost it. Turning into the parking lot, I regained my composure, slung numerous bags over my shoulder and Calvin's car seat over my arm and marched into the building. I approached the front counter and a lady very nicely stated, "Oh, this must be Calvin!" I hung my head and bawled. Another mother standing at the counter immediately shoved a box of tissues my way. I was escorted to his room where his teacher, Ms. Stephanie, was giving me lots of instructions and I listened to none of them. The teachers were not fazed by my tears. They had all seen it before. I unloaded Calvin and laid him down on a little mat to play, kissed him no less than 20 times and very quickly walked out the door. I didn't look back. I knew that if I did, I would immediately call my boss and give her my verbal resignation. I practically ran to the car. I only cried until about noon that day.
I have some amazing friends in this crazy city. Many of which have children who attend that same daycare. They all stopped by Calvin's room to check on him and update me with texts, phone calls and pictures. Each update brought on tears, but he was doing great. Here is a picture sent to me that morning by our friend and neighbor, Desiree.
I ended up rescheduling my last patient of the day because I couldn't stand being away from my baby another second. I resisted all urge to drive 100 mph to get to him. I scooped him up and whispered to our sweet boy, "We made it." We survived our first day of daycare!
Thursday and Friday were great. Not a tear shed by either of us at drop off. I enjoyed my days at work (was even able to wear a little make-up) and spent lots of time snuggling the little guy in the evenings. Calvin seems to be adjusting well. His teachers were very impressed with his ability to sleep through all of the crying babies and chaos, even on the first day.
Here are a couple of pictures taken on his first day of "school". Please excuse the poor phone camera quality.
Nothing like wearing a tie and khakis for the first day of school......as a 12 week old!
Only 2 more days until Daddy comes home and we can't wait!!! I have to include this last picture because his smile is too sweet not to share. :)
Our handsome little guy turns 3 months next week, so stay tuned for another update!
Love,
PAC
