Dear Reese,
Yesterday was your 1st anniversary at daycare. It’s turned out to be an amazing place for you — I love your teachers, they renovated the facility this year, and you always seem to be having a great time. But it was so hard to drop you off when you were only 3 and a half months old.
I wrote a letter to you last you, before I had this space. So in honor of that annivesary I’ll share it, including a picture I took of you and your teacher, Jill, who’s still one of your teachers again today.
October 1st, 2024 — 6:01pm
We’re parked outside the condo right now, you asleep in the back. I’m watching you on the car camera. I’m worried if I take us upstairs you’ll wake and I want you to have a solid nap. So I type this from my phone to the quiet lull of a parked engine.
Today was your first day of daycare. Kerri and Jill both reported you had a really great first day in their experience with first days. You were certainly taking everything in. New people, new babies, lots of things to look at and lots of new sounds. I was worried about you napping but you did get a decent amount of naps in throughout the day.
But darling, you didn’t eat. Kerri texted me late morning asking for advice since you hadn’t taken a bottle yet (and I think were pretty upset). I offered to come by and so I saw you at lunch — you were upset, and probably so hungry, dear. I rocked you until you were calm enough to have most of a bottle with me. A couple of hours later, they coaxed you into another 2 oz, and when I picked you up, I gave you 2 oz in the car before the half-hour ride home. I think it’s probably sensory overload, and your appetite just wasn’t there. I know you’ll adjust eventually — we both will. New routines are hard.
I teared up dropping you off, but you really do seem to be in good hands. Later, MorMor told me she had been crying that morning. We love you so much, and this is a tough milestone for the adults in your life — we just got you and already it’s like I have to let a little piece of you go.
Love,
Mama