First Week in Daycare

Time seems to fly unbelievably fast. Collette is already 6 months old now and she has just survived her first week in daycare. Initially, I was still skeptical of the idea of leaving her with someone totally unfamiliar but things turned out to be not as bad as I thought it would be. Still remembering the first day: I felt like I was a bad, bad Mummy, leaving her alone with someone else that she barely knows. She was actually pretty excited about seeing so many other babies the same age and was overwhelmed by them. She was not at all interested in us when we kissed her goodbye. Her attention was solely on this little kid who is crawling around, exploring all the toys she could find. Even then, having to leave her there was the worst feeling ever and I have never thought it would be so hard on me. Tears starts rolling down my cheek the moment I step out of that room. At that moment, I could hear a voice whispering into my ear, persuading me to quit my job to be a full-time stay home Mummy.

Chris & I made it a point to visit her during our lunch hour, only to find her happily enjoying the company of her new teachers and friends. Her usual "stranger anxiety" has not surfaced at all in this new environment. It was then that I felt relieved and sure that this decision that we have made may not be a bad thing for her.