As expected, I had butterflies in my stomach going to bed Tuesday night and woke up all jittery Wednesday morning. I kept telling myself, "Just think how much you'll be able to get done today without any interruptions. You'll be able to do so much without having to worry about bottles and naps." It's funny. Any other day I would kill for just a few hours of me time. But then when I have the time, all I can think about is the clock and when I get to pick her up.
Aaron and I dropped her off together. He'll be doing the drop off normally, but I wanted to be there on her first day. She was perfectly fine when we handed her off to Miss Mary. I, however, didn't do so well. Miss Linda and Miss Mary both have older children and told me over and over how hard it was every year to drop their kids off too. They promised it would get better and reiterated that I could call or stop in as much as I would like.
I did my best to wait until noon to call. At that point, little stinker hadn't napped yet which is so not like her and I had it in my brain that she would never nap, she'd get so overtired she'd be a nightmare at home, and on and on. Have I mentioned I obsess over things? Yeah, it's a problem. I picked her up at 3:30 pm and she had finally napped a little. Two short catnaps, but I'll take it. She had another catnap when we got home at her normal "catnap" time. We had our parent group so she was up much later than usual, but she did pretty well considering how her day was completely off.
Thursday, still with the catnaps but she at least had a morning one. I had to pick her up again early for a doctor's appointment. She snoozed away after we got home.
I know she'll figure out the napping thing. And if she doesn't, oh well. That's what I keep trying to remind myself. There's nothing we can do at this point.
All in all, I'm feeling much better. The women are all so nice. There are several babies so hopefully she'll make some friends that she'll follow through the program.
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