Day Three and Four of Daycare

Gwen had another good day at daycare yesterday. She even slept for two hours instead of one, which is awesome. I am feeling so grateful for her adaptability. I know we're not out of the woods yet, that three good days doesn't guarantee that every day will be easy and great. But I guess it makes me feel like I know she *can* have a good day. It's like the first night of sleep training, where she fell asleep after 14 minutes: it didn't preclude several more nights of crying, but we knew she could do it and that made it easier to get through.

Then this morning, Denise called to let us know her daughter had been up all night throwing up, so no daycare today. Chris decided to stay home with Gwen rather than call one of our backup people, because it seemed cruel to throw another curve ball at her in a week of transition. And now we get to look forward to Gwen coming down with whatever Denise's daughter has, because they've been playing together for the last three days. I knew being in daycare would make her sick more often, but I didn't expect it to happen quite this quickly ...

As for me, it's starting to feel more normal to be back at work. The afternoons and evenings are actually not as rushed as I feared: I think because I wrote out a huge list of who is doing what every evening (including making dinner, prepping Gwen's bag, doing laundry, and so on). We just follow the list. Mornings, on the other hand, are a little nuts. The last two days I have gotten Gwen dressed and as a result been late for work. The problem is that Gwen wants to eat as soon as she wakes up, and if you choose to make her breakfast instead of conjuring it out of thin air, she will spend that 45 seconds whining and clutching at the backs of your legs, so it's really nice to have someone running Gwenterference while you deal with those tasks. We're going to have to figure out a better way to deal with that.