Dooms Day

Ok so that might be a slight exaggeration; but the day I've been dreading for the past 4 months, 2 weeks and 1 day came on Monday - Aubry's first day at daycare.  (And therefore of course my first day back to work full time, yuck)  So I sought out some solace is the best place I could think of - Facebook. ;) I got several words of encouragement - "it's always harder for you than the baby", "she'll make new friends", yes all true.  Doesn't change the fact that I teared up on the way to work after we dropped her off. shhh don't tell anybody.  The room just seemed so...sterile. Kind of like a hospital waiting room or something.  Just enough space in the room for a small crib for each child and some swings & jumpers set up in the middle.  I'm like "there's not even a place for them to lay out on a blanket or anything!" Probably necessary to keep the little ones already crawling out of trouble and in the room, but still.  I did call once, only once, to check on her around 10 a.m. (Derek made me!....) and they tell me she scratched herself under her left eye! What?!?! A scratch!?!? Said she was crying so hard her face was red and I guess she scratched herself in all her fussiness.  "She was hungry" Oh yeah, probably should have warned y'all about that.  When she's ready to eat, she's ready to eat; Like NOW!  Of course when we picked her up (after leaving work about an hour early because I couldn't stand it anymore) she was happily playing in a little jumper, but soooo happy to see us.  And of course the scratch wasn't really all that bad.  But now they know. :)  But the next day we took her a play gym to set up in her bed and left one of her blankets and a little toy to make it more of her own little space. I, in turn, did much better on day 2. 

Aubs ready for bed after her first day at Peggy's Childcare.  Definitely doesn't look too traumatized huh!