I worried so much about this little munchkin for the last week. I made the decision to pull him out of the daycare he's been going to since he was 3 months old. Besides home, it's the only place he really understands and feels comfortable in. I've been filing complaints ever since they hired two new teacher for his room - neither of which are anywhere near friendly most days. He's been coming home with the worst diaper rashes I've seen on him. I would clear it up over the weekends, and by Tuesday it was just as bad. He screams every time you change his diaper. And I've actually brought him home to find actual poop still attached to him that appeared to be hours old. One day I found a bite mark on him, which no one bothered to inform me of. Anyhow...enough of that. Long story short, it wasn't getting any better. So when my manager (who I've known for years) told me her nanny was willing to watch him, I definitely looked into it. She already watched their 1 yr old daughter and has been doing a great job, evidently. Plus their daughter didn't really get to interact with other kids that much, so it helps them out too. And did I mention it is $50 less per week than I was paying. Didn't sound too bad!
So I took him over to meet everyone last week for an hour or so. He basically clung to my leg and whimpered most of the time. At the end, he started loosening up and playing with the toys a little. And this morning, we're trying a whole day to see how he does.
All my worrying...all my agonizing...and do you know that little bugger didn't even cry at all! I'm so grateful :) I pictured him pulling at my clothes...tears of horror wetting his lil red cheeks...yelling for his momma who was trying to leave him in this strange place. Instead, the nanny had turned on the Wiggles. I laid his special blanket on the floor and gave him his favorite sippy cup, sat for a few minutes on the couch while he watched the tv, and them kissed him and snuck out. And that was it! When my manager called this morning to see how they were doing, evidently her daughter is taking it worse than Brent. He's been fine! What a brave little sweetheart. I'm so proud of him!
That's all the big news lately. We had a great weekend. He's been much, much better about the hitting and tantrums. He's broken down and resorted to saying "please" when I ask (most of the time). Bedtime without the bottles has gone from a 90 minute ordeal to less than 30 minutes - and last night he didn't cry one bit. So for all my worrying, he's accepting these changes in life quite well. I don't know where he gets his strength, but I'm grateful for it. I know I'm supposed to be teaching him - but I learn just as much from him in the process.
And I know I need to get some new pictures! Hopefully it will be soon.
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