A photo of a happy baby playing on a rug shouldn't really make you cry but when our baby went for his first real day at the childminder's she very sweetly sent us reasssuring photos and texts all day long. The first photo made me burst into tears. He looked happy and I knew from the text he'd eaten all his breakfast and drunk a bottle of milk with no problems at all - but the thought of your own baby somewhere entirely 'other' for the first time can be a bit overwhelming. But as the day wore on and he passed every expected hurdle - eating/sleeping/drinking - and laughed and played and tried to bite the childminder's nose off, I felt myself relax. When he came home we lavished hugs on him and he looked faintly bewildered. My husband looked a bit cast down. " I thought he'd miss us a bit," he protested. "I'm glad he was happy, but still..."
He did wake a few more times than usual in the early part of the night, not wanting milk but just to be held for a few minutes before he drifted off again. I suppose he just wanted to make sure we were still there. So he must have missed us a bit.
And it's quite nice to work again... and I think they missed me - or at least needed me back to hit targets!
He did wake a few more times than usual in the early part of the night, not wanting milk but just to be held for a few minutes before he drifted off again. I suppose he just wanted to make sure we were still there. So he must have missed us a bit.
And it's quite nice to work again... and I think they missed me - or at least needed me back to hit targets!
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