Of course I’m biased, but I think he IS the best baby in the universe! His hair is finally growing long enough to fall over, rather than stand straight up in all directions like a fuzzy little monkey. Except he’s bald in back from rubbing his head back and forth, which makes for a very funny profile. He’s learning to use his legs more now. He puts his weight on them and practices standing. When he’s on his tummy, he scoots his butt up and sort of kicks his legs. He may crawl soon, at this rate!
I’m feeling a bit anxious about next week. LB begins daycare on Monday. While I’m very thankful for the help, there is a large part of me that is sad to leave my baby in the care of someone else for the better part of each day. He will have excellent care and attention, and I will have a little more unencumbered time in which I can do things like make mad dashes to grocery stores without wrangling car seats and unruly nearly four year olds.
I figure it will take me three hours from the time I wake until I make it to the office, on the office days, and that is also somewhat stressful. Three. Hours. For. Goodness’. Sake. I need time to pump, wash the parts, pack them up along with the pump to tote to the office, pack the laptop, get myself dressed and ready, get the kids dressed and ready, load up the car, drop the boys off at daycare, then head in to the office. Work. Arrive home in time to pump again. Wash up, make dinner, get as much ready as I can for the next day.
Office days will be very long for me, and I’m sure I will value my telecommuting days all that much more. It’s important for me to go back to the office though. I need the adult interaction. I need to sumberge myself in the variety of personalities.
Until it all becomes part of my day to day, I think I’ll find myself anxious more often than not. Change tends to be stressful, but I know I’ll settle in to a routine eventually.
Meanwhile, LB is expressing himself more and more! His hungry cry is NNN-GHEEEEE, NNN-GHEEEEE, NNN-GHEEEEE. See? It even sounds like ‘hungry’! My kid is a genius. Genius! He’s showing more emotions and slobbering like a fiend, chewing on his fingers until he practically gags himself (not such a genius in that regard).
I think he may be going through a growth spurt, because he’s taking quite a lot more milk it seems. Yesterday he had 31 ounces (waking every 2-3 hours, which is NO picnic for me), when I think he’s been averaging closer to 22-26 before that. That’s another thing I need to figure out – how many bottles to send with him to daycare, and how much fresh I’ll have ready for him, and how much refrigerated, and with all that, the instructions for which milk is which and the order in which to use it. So complicated! Maybe I’ll number the bottles. I haven’t paid all that much attention to how much he has each day. I feed him on demand, and I’m making enough to meet his needs, with some extra to freeze. So this weekend I’m carefully noting how much he has each day, to help me figure out how much to send with him on Monday.
So many things to think about and prepare, when one sends one’s kid off to daycare! I think I should try not to worry about next week, and just take each day as it comes, and do my best to keep up and stay afloat. And somewhere in the midst of all that I will need to get some sleep.
