Tag Archive | nursery

Potty training day three – tricky trickles

20140403-185250.jpgWell, this may take some time.

We are having a 50/50 success rate, but it’s more luck than skill. She’s calling out for the potty a lot, and it isn’t too difficult to get her to sit down on it, but she’s only doing drops at a time, and when she doesn’t call for the potty she just makes a little damp patch on her clothes.

Apparently this is very common, which is good to know but not very helpful. Because modern nappies are so effective in soaking up wee to keep babies comfortable, the baby doesn’t actually realise she’s doing a wee, and gives a regular drip-drip-drip.

So the mental battle to go to the potty when the urge arises has almost been won, the physical ability to “hold it in” doesn’t exist and needs to be learnt.

So far our record is 9 changes of pants in one day at nursery. The laminate and tiled floors in our house have been a godsend the past three days.

Top five lessons so far

  1. You can’t have too many spare pairs of pants ready.
  2. Turn the heating up and have them wear as little as possible fr the waist down.
  3. Roll up all your rugs and keep the little one away from carpets where possible.
  4. If you live in a house get two pottys – one for upstairs and one for downstairs – when she says she’s going to go, you don’t have much time (she may have already gone).
  5. Sandals or plastic/rubber shoes like crocs are great so you don’t get trainers filling with piss.

;

When worlds collide

20130606-141432.jpg
One thing that has helped me through the last year, particularly when I’ve been struggling with my mental health, is the separation of work and home.

I could try and forget about all my personal insecurities and anxiety at work and be Professional Dad, putting on a show and acting how I imagined someone who didn’t feel like crying at the bottom of a dark well would act.

As part of this weeks changes with the little one going to nursery, I now work from home one day a week. This means I can use the time usually spent commuting getting an extra hour in on work to let me leave early another day, and picking the little one up from nursery.

I hadn’t anticipated how different I am “at work” even when I’m at home. I was meant to call the nursery at 10:30 to check how things were but had completely switched off that part of my brain and it felt a bit weird when I realised I’d forgotten / ignored it.

What I’ve learnt about working from home.

  • I wish I was a cat. Our litterly does nothing all day except rearrange himself into comfy positions (some of which really don’t look comfortable).
  • Coffee you make yourself at home is soon much better
  • Not being constantly disturbed and interrupted is fantastic.
  • My home IT and broadband is much better than what is used at work.
  • Finishing your days work and being already home is awesome.
  • There are a lot of potential distractions. Everywhere.
  • Carrying a crap laptop bag of work stuff on the train is a pain in the arse.
  • It can get a bit quiet and lonely. I think I’ll have a radio on or something next time.

“It’s her first day”

20130605-184111.jpg
I did my first full drop off and pick up from nursery today, and it was an odd experience.

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.

The first day of the rest of our lives

20130605-183824.jpg
This week is a big week for us, our little girl is going to nursery and wifey is heading back to work. And so begins another shift in how we live and we begin the ever meandering logistics of pick ups and drop offs, and who’s meant to be where when.

We’re both very fortunate to have flexible employers who are allowing us to work from home some part of the week, and for wifey to reduce her total hours so she can spend a few quality days out of 7 with the little one.

Wifey is dealing with things very well so far, and most of her anxiety has been about getting back into the swing of things at work rather than how our growing baby will cope at nursery. I think we’ll both be quite relieved when this week is over and we start to learn our new routine.

2 weeks away

I am 2 weeks away from D-Day – the due date. So thought I’d start this blog to share experiences with our new dads and parents.

Here’s a bit of background about me. I’m married, early thirties, live in the south-east of England and am expecting my first child, a girl. I say expecting, the midwife wasn’t entirely sure so we’ve gone for fairly neutral colours in clothes and decorations.

So far the experience has been running to plan. Wifey is slowing down considerably now, with swollen ankles and a lot of weight on front. Latest scans show the little’un is head down and ready to go. The nursery is fully equipped with cot, nursing chair and chest of drawers/changing table. Car seat and compatible push chair is lined up in the hallway. The moses basket and stand are laying patiently in the nursery.

If only I could be as mentally ready as my surrounding purchases are!

%d bloggers like this: