I have 2 sons (4years and 5 months). They are amazing little boys and I love them more than anything in the world. Neither of them have been easy babies. My husband and I constantly joke about them being āexpert-levelā or āboss-levelā babies. My oldest was extremely colicky, crying 90% of his awake time as an infant. His pediatrician dismissed me as a nervous first time mom and didnāt do anything about it when I repeatedly asked for help. After months of my baby screaming in pain, several elimination diets for me (breastfeeding momma), and a second opinion, he was diagnosed with reflux and allergic colitis. After we got him in some new meds he was a much happier baby. Now he is a kind, considerate, well-rounded little boy.
Throughout all of this struggle to get him help, I was able to be home with him. I worked part time in the evenings so I could stay home during the day. My husband would come home in the afternoons and I would go to work. I was nervous about how a daycare setting would deal with his crying. I loved him endlessly and his constant crying was a challenge for me, how would someone who didnāt have that bond with him handle his crying? Eventually, we worked through his challenges and I returned to full time teaching and he started daycare at 11 months old. At that point he had adjusted well and was a much happier baby.
Fast forward to now. My youngest is 5 months old. He has struggled to sleep since he was born. He would only sleep if he was being held for the first few weeks of his life. Weāve struggled with him waking every hour or so at night, short naps, false starts at bedtime, and early wakings. He takes long contact naps, but only lasts about 30 minutes in his crib most of the time. Weāre going down a similar track of seeing some food intolerance issues and reflux, but we have a much better pediatrician this time around so weāre working to get him more comfortable. This means that Iām back on elimination diets as of this week, the same week that he is starting daycare. I had 600 oz of milk in my freezer that are now useless because they contain the allergens we are cutting out. Weāre still not sleeping, and he only just started taking a bottle without screaming as of last week. This week is a buffer week in case something came up, but I need to return to teaching my own class next week. Needless to say, this has been a stressful transition all around. Between how much heās needed me, how much my toddler is needing me, trying to prepare to go back to work, exclusively breastfeeding, and not sleeping more than 2 interrupted hours of sleep per night for the last 5 months, Iām feeling like Iām drowning. My husband is helpful and involved, but most of the childcare falls on me.
Today is my infantās third day at daycare and yesterday was only a half day because he had a morning appointment. Every day at pickup I am told how time-consuming he is. Today, I was told by his classroomās lead teacher that he woke up when she tried to transfer him to his crib, he refused his last bottle of the day, and he cried when one of the teachers put him down and walked away from him on the mat. Yesterday at pickup, I was closing the door after getting him in his car seat, and one of the support staff looked at another child in the room and said, āI know. He took up a lot of time and energy today, didnāt he?ā One of his teachers said that he fell asleep in his crib the other day, but then the other kids were banging on the bars of his bed so he woke up. She didnāt have the time to try to get him back to sleep, so he just didnāt nap.
I feel so defeated and like I did something wrong. Maybe I should have done more to prepare him for school, but I feel like Iāve been doing my best every day to give him what he needs and help him develop a schedule and routines. This feels like my worst nightmare. Like they already donāt like him and are visibly exasperated by him. I donāt know how Iām going to start work next week knowing that heās ātoo muchā for them. It feels like he isnāt ready for daycare, and neither am I, but I donāt have a choice. Iām paying over $4000/month for both of my kids to go to this daycare and I donāt feel good about it at all. I just donāt know what other choice I have. We canāt afford for me to stay home with him any longer. If youāve lasted this long, thanks for reading my vent. Iām sure everything will be okay in the long run, but itās hard to see the sun through the weeds at the moment.