We’ve been fortunate to have been donated a lot of gifts for baby over the first year, and also picked up some great bargains at nearly new sakes and eBay. But out of everything there’s a few items which really stand out…
In age appreciation order:
- Nursing chair – from day one this was a great help in getting through the late nights and early mornings in comfort
- Play gym – one where you you can attach your own toys to which hang down for baby to play with / great while they’re still immobile.
- Electric rocker chair – when baby screams and screams and you’ve been up all night, let one of these chairs provide some rocking comfort while sit on the floor on a corner rocking…
- Door bouncer – when baby stars to try and hold her own weight on her legs, one of these will blow her mind: “I’m standing but my legs are still made of jelly.
- Stacking cups – You stack them up she knocks them over, bangs them together and puts them inside each other. Hours if fun.
- Popup people – I don’t quite understand the attraction of these little wooden pegs which sit on small springs in a wooden block, but they’re mesmerising for the little one.
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.
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