We took her to daycare (thankfully) last week. It made coming into work yesterday about 100 times easier. Last Tuesday when we took her to daycare for the first time I was a mess. I cried before we even left the house. I did hold it together long enough to make it out of the building before crying in the car after we left her with the daycare worker. It was rough. But I survived, and she has been happy everyday when I pick her up. That smile just kills me every time she breaks it out! :)
So the last 12 weeks have been the longest, shortest, most frustrating and rewarding 12 weeks of my life. She is a handful at times, and at other times the easiest baby.
The last two nights have actually been especially frustrating. I get Lizzy all ready for bed and prepare to feed her and she starts screaming bloody murder and Will Not Stop. It is so hard to hear. She usually is screaming so hard she starts to choke a little. I dont like it. The first night we ended up giving her a bottle, last night I got her to calm down with a Nuk and then she neded up eating like normal. I don't know if it is just a phase or what. (any ideas are welcome!)
Another thing...at daycare they are feeding her every 3-4 hours but at home she eats every 2.5-3 hours (and has been for most of her life) so I don't know what that is about. I asked them (just today) to feed her at least every 3 hours. I don't know if she gets overly hungry or what. I feel really needy asking them this, but I know how often she has been eating so its ok that I asked that, right?
I don't like sending her to daycare, but I know in the long run it will be fine, and even good for her. I just don't want to see someone else taking care of her for 9 hours a day. It kind of sucks.
So I just keep looking at all the cute pictures I have at my desk to get me through the day :)
I was taking her temperature...hence the thermometer in her pit :)
