So Daddy has started a new job (yay!) but unfortunately this new job means he can no longer work from home on Friday’s, the weekday I work an afternoon shift. This means that we’ve had to think about putting both kids into nursery for a full day on a Friday. No big deal, right? That’s what I thought…
I always said I wouldn’t put my kids into nursery under two years old, and I didn’t with my daughter, she started this time last year after just turning two. However, I started working part time in September last year and now I don’t really like the thought of not working, even though it is only 16 hours per week, it gives me an ‘escape’ and more importantly, some pocket money! This means that our son, who turned one in February, will have to attend nursery with his big sister so I can continue to work.
Billy has always showed an interest in the nursery setting every time we drop off or collect Violet so I hadn’t been all that worried about him starting. We had his first half hour visit yesterday where I got to stay with him and talk to the staff whilst he had a little explore. He was a bit cautious at first, clinging onto me and checking I was still there before he moved or touched anything but by the time the visit was nearly over, he had come out of his shell a bit more. This made me feel a bit better about the whole thing and I was quite looking forward to visit number two!
Visit number two today meant that I had to drop him off and leave him for an hour. So off we headed this afternoon, backpack nearly the size of him and the biggest smile on his face walking with his sister. This smile lasted around five minutes sadly as when we got there he was ushered into the baby room and he quickly realised that Mammy was leaving without him and the screaming began. We literally live across the road from the nursery so Violet and I headed home for a peaceful lunch and quick tidy up; well as much as I could manage in that hour. As the time passed the more nervous I became, constantly checking my phone to check the time and for missed calls from the nursery. This then turned into comfort eating as my anxiety started playing hell with me. This is a normal feeling for any parent right?!
An hour later we headed back to the nursery only to be greeted by a staff member who immediately explained that he had cried for the FULL hour and they couldn’t settle him at all!! I felt awful! She suggested that another hour stay be booked in this week to see if he will come around a bit better tomorrow. But now I’m panicking that he might not settle into nursery at all and I’ll have to quit my job and be a SAHM again- the horror! I love it really but I’m quite enjoying having this pocket money which is currently putting me through my driving lessons!
By the time he came out of the room he was beetroot red, sweating, slavering, he looked bloody terrible! He did have his 12 month Imm’s yesterday though so I’m kind of hoping it could have been something to do with the after effects of those (4 horrible, horrible jabs!) and not just that he was utterly pissed off that his Mam had left him in a strange place with unfamiliar women and twisty babies!
It got me thinking that it could possibly be his age? Maybe I’m doing this at the wrong time for him? When babies are younger they don’t realise as much what’s happening around them and when they’re a bit older they think it’s fun as they get constant play with other kids. But at Billy’s age it’s like he just knows that he’s being left and I’m hurting his feelings; proper Mammy guilt going on here, can you tell?!
Please tell me this gets easier?? How old was your little one when they started nursery? How long did it take them to settle?
Mother Hermit xx