Tomorrow

"How is my baby?"

That is what I have texted to my mom at least once every day that I have worked since C was born.

I've been dreading tomorrow for awhile. Tomorrow is C's first day at daycare. (Cue crying)

Obviously, I am not anti-daycare. Sending C to daycare is somewhat of a "choice", although my mom is exhausted from watching a toddler all day every day (as she says, 'This is why God doesn't give babies to women over 55!').

So even though we have wonderful full time care, it is partly to give my mom some rest time during the week and partly for C's benefit. I think it is time for her to start socializing with other kids, learning to listen to other adults (or any adults, I'm not sure what she does with me constitutes "listening"), get some daily structure and learning time, etc, etc.

But I can't help but be worried. Oh, and this is why I have been pushing the sippy cup agenda! No such luck though, she still refuses milk from anything but a bottle for the most part. So will her caregiver feed her milk from a bottle while C sits on her lap? (I kind of doubt it.) Will she read her 500 half-eaten books each day? (I kind of hope her books are not half-eaten like ours.) Will she love her like my mom does? (Obviously not.) Will she be willing to "assist" C with bowel movements like we sometimes have to? (Sorry for the visual.) How many times is it appropriate to text the caregiver to check in? (Probably zero.)

So even though I know it is time, I will always worry about her. I know it is my job to do that but when I left her with my mom I never had to worry. This is a big step for me. Oh yeah, and for C too.