Daycare

Yesterday was Wentzle's first day of Daycare (I still get teary eyed writing about it today). It was so hard to leave him there as well as to drop him off all by myself. (Carlin was already at work) He didn't seem to mind, but of course in my mind I think he must have had a horrible time. It turns out that they did a print of his feet and he even did a little "swimming" (they dipped his little legs into the blowup pool in the room). I did call to check on him once (I thought if I called again, I would want to go and pick him up immediately). It was hard. They said all was fine, he just needs some time to adjust to his new environment (which isn't uncommon, they assured me). He napped often, but not for very long and ate a ton. They are not able to put him down on his tummy (we do at home and he sleeps very well, he is a pretty gassy baby), so I think he couldn't get comfortable.

I will have to do it all over again next Wednesday. Right now we are pretty lucky, he is only going the one day a week. Carlin has him on Mondays and Tuesdays. It is definitely exhausting for me to be back in the office three full days a week now. I got spoiled staying home with Wentzle for almost 3 months.