Daycare is Killing Me!

This morning when I dropped off Abigail at daycare (my schedule got rearranged at yesterday's meeting and I have to go in for two more days of meetings), she started crying and reaching for me and saying, "Mama, mama, mama!". It broke my heart to leave the classroom with her so upset.

I knew that this would happen, especially since we have spent nearly the entire summer together 24/7, but that doesn't make it any easier. She's at the separation anxiety stage in her development, and we've been together quite a lot recently, but after picking her up crying yesterday and then leaving her crying today, I almost couldn't handle it! My brain was saying that she will be fine, it is normal, but my heart was telling me to run back in there and scoop her up!

I somehow managed to leave the building and go to work, but today I DID stop by during my lunch break unexpectedly to peek in on her and see what she was doing when the daycare didn't know I was coming by. She was sitting in the floor playing with another baby and smiling. The teacher said that she only cried for a little bit after I left (probably less than I did, ha!) and has been fine ever since. It was easier for me to go back to work this afternoon, but I still rushed out and raced over there to pick her up. This afternoon, she was happy to see me again, but no tears. She even waved bye-bye to the teacher and to her new friend, Logan B., who also waved bye-bye to her. (Okay, so that was cute.)

Whew, I certainly hope the worst of it is over.