So The Muffin started big girl school yesterday, and the morning was fine if not a little twilight zone-y because of J not arriving at 8:00am on the dot.
It was kind of hard to wrangle Ezra's excitement of IRIS IS IN THE BABY ROOM OMG and give last minute tidbits to her teachers, but kisses were given and doors were closed and I patted myself on the back.
Ole!
I went to pick her up and, apparently, she'd had a less smooth afternoon. Some not sleeping in her crib, a lot of tears when Ezra came for a short visit and then left (apparently, he broke down hardcore too and his teacher, Mr. B., said it was heartbreaking) and just kind of less peppy. All of the teachers keep saying, "The first week is the hardest! Once they're more comfortable sleeping here--it's much better."
I anticipated Iris passing out in the car, but no. She was lively and went on to do her Clenched Fists of Excitement when seeing T at home and then taking lots of bites of baby food.
T came home early to make the evening transition easier and even started and completed (!!) dinner.
Double ole!
Muffin went to bed. Ezra went to bed. T and I were happy the First Day was behind us. It'd been pretty smooth.
This morning was harder. I've moved some of her therapy appointments to first thing Tuesdays so that we can get them out of the way before going to school and, I, to work. T blocked off Tuesdays from now until eternity so that he can take Ezra to school, while she and I head to exercising. Because of all of this, we have to leave the house at 7:45am. And she has to be done eating by 7:30am so that her food can settle before being folded into her carseat. And I have to have pants on and hair did by 7:00am.
Except Iris wanted to sleep. She slept and slept and slept while Ezra loudly played Batman outside her room and I turned on her light and opened her curtains and picked out her clothes and even talked to her.
She was conked.out.
I hate, hate, hate waking up the kids when they're sleeping. Because clearly they need it and it seems so selfish to take that away from them.
We got out the door and onto PT and OT and into daycare and it all was trucking right along, but when I tried to leave and close the door to the Infant Room? She cried. Big fat fatty tears.
I called an hour later and she was still kind of Weepy Willie.
Typing that breaks my heart because she is not a cry-y baby.
I hope it's part separation anxiety and part new places and people and being tired. I mean, I know it's that. They are wonderful women who also cared for Ezra, so they're known quantities in my book. But still.
I am feeling twitchy.
Today is an in-office day, meaning I don't have to be on the Reference Desk and don't have any meetings scheduled.
I'd leave now if I thought it would help, but I don't think it will--at least not long term.
So I'll just continue to chew on my shoulder and perhaps leave at 4:15 or so.
11 comments:
I'm glad you had a smooth first day but sad that today is already a little tough. As you already know, it will get better soon and the lil' muffin will be loving her time there.
In the meantime, have some Swedish Fish, a nice iced latte, and maybe a quickie nap at your desk around 2pm :)
On the bright side, how sweet is little Ezra, visiting his sister and getting all teary about it?
The Boy couldn't care less about The Lad being at his school, even now that they occasionally get to be on the playground at the same time.
Hang in there.
I want to cry right now. That sounds so hard. Our nanny has decided not to come back to work full time so I am scrambling to find day care if per chance, I get a job and it makes me so sad that kids get sad and want to be with us but it isn't possible. Why can't we bring them to work?!! Just once in awhile when things are hard?
oh boy am I familiar with the shoulder chewing. Seriously, it's awful knowing your little one is crying for you and you aren't there. I can't even TELL you how many times Adam's teachers had to rip him off me and I'd hold it together like a champ only to get into my car, put my head on the stearing wheel and sob. It's been 9 months and we're still having days like that. I am feeling for you girl - hopefully she will adjust quickly and it'll be DONE! And I just want to squeeze your little man for being such a great big brother ;)
Oh - it's so sad and hard leaving them there. But eventually it's really great for them - REALLY IT IS. I tell myself that, my psychologist tells me, it is just true. But still, it's hard leaving your babes.
Loving the clenched fists of excitement.
Oh, I want to cry for you right now! Of course she will be fine, and of course you will be fine and of course Ezra will be fine, but the tears are contagious. I am hoping for a quick assimilation for all of you!
Sorry you're having some rough times with this transition. My heart breaks for you. I know that ache & pull to sprint away from work and scoop up the kid from school.
"I hate, hate, hate waking up the kids when they're sleeping. Because clearly they need it and it seems so selfish to take that away from them."
YES. THIS. This is why I have been late to work every day for the last two years. Sorry, boss. (I'm not really sorry.)
Oh honey that blows. But you KNOW the teachers there rock. It was her being tired. It's a big day especially with OT.
Here, this is for you to help get you through the day:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENo7seJScgU
The Iris/Ezra visit is heartbreakingly sweet.
Hang in there. it is good for everyone.
Ugh. So not fun. Sympathy.
you are a rockstar mama. I hope each day gets a bit easier!
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