I brought Bubbie to daycare for the first time today just to kind of introduce him (and me) to his teachers. We stayed for 2 hours and he had fun. It was kind of funny watching him interact with the other kids, but so hard to kind of let him do his thing. I tried not to hover and just let him wander and explore.
I pretty much knew he was going to go since February, but now that the time has come, I'm so sad - heartbroken even. In fact, the day I found out I got a job, I was really excited. But that night, I sobbed in bed knowing that Bubbie would be going off to daycare. I hate that I'm not going to be with him all day, giving him kisses, snuggling with him, and watching him figure out fun things like pointing.
When we first walked in, I was struggling immediately knowing that in a week, he'd be there full time - from 6:30-4:30 every day. I had to suck back tears a bunch. The fact that the time has come is killing me. Next week, I'll be dropping him off for a few hours every day. By the end of the week, he'll be going almost all day. The following week, he'll be a daycare toddler. :(
I'm dreading the look he'll give me when I leave. I can't handle it. I'm tearing up right now thinking about it. I HATE THIS!
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