Dropping her off was a strangely low key affair, one of those situations which clearly meant a lot more to me than it did to the nursery staff. They didn’t do anything wrong, and it was probably down to Wifey doing such a good job getting everything set up properly in advance, but it was literally just a case of turning up, handing her over and then saying goodbye.
The little one was ok, a bit quite and shy. It’s strange seeing her so reclusive when I know what a fun, smiley girl she usually is. It seemed as if she was already resigned to the fact I was going to leave her there and didn’t see the point of putting up a fight or getting upset.
I called once during the day, and was reassured she was doing ok but wasn’t eating much which is apparently quite normal for new starters.
Picking her up was a different story. I peered through a one-way mirror and could see her sitting quietly, but when I went in and she saw me she burst into tears and zoned and shrieked. This was not the greeting I was expecting and it took me quite by surprise. I was quickly reassured that it was actually a good sign, that she was knackered and was pleased to see me really! She did look ruined, and started to come to life on the way home and by the time we got home she was her chatty self.
Things I learnt:
- First days are a big deal for you, but the nursery are used to it.
- She probably won’t eat as she’ll be quite disorientated and will need some time to settle in.
- If she screams her face off when you pick her up, don’t fear, it’s a good thing!
- Having a child makes you feel old. Starting the road to school, college, uni makes you feel even older. This feeling is going to get worse.
It’s Friday, and for the last three nights wifey and I have slept from 11pm to 6am without being disturbed by our baby.
We have been disturbed by each other, a crying cat and my own insomnia, but baby has slept through the night.
After three nights of this relief I’ve finished a day at work feeling half human, and mixed with the fact it’s Friday, I have a rare feeling of optimism.
Of course, it’s Friday the 13th, so the realist in me expects all hell to break loose tonight.
I’ll keep you posted…
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