Day 2

Awful. Terrible. Hardest thing I have ever had to do in my whole life. If you have ever had to drop your child off somewhere new, surely you can relate. I am not sure if the fact that Will is older and more aware than most kids when they start daycare makes it worse or maybe this just always happens. Or maybe Will just doesn't adapt to change very well. Whatever the case, there were no cutesy driveway pictures this morning...just tears. I mean I know it is only Day 2, but I feel like this is some sort of Mommy Boot Camp.....how much can you take before you just completely break. When I picked Will up yesterday they said he had a pretty good day- especially for someone who had never been anywhere before. His teachers told me that at random points during the day he would just lay out on the rug. He wouldn't sleep or anything, just lay out like he was overstimulated or something and take a break :) He ate a decent lunch and actually slept almost 2 hours on his nap mat. His teachers must be miracle workers. I didn't think there was a chance that he would ever go to sleep on that mat. One of his teachers said that he fought her for a bit, going over to the door and laying by it for a while, then laying by her a while, and finally getting settled on his cot. He was actually still resting on it when I picked him up yesterday. He couldn't see me when I walked in but as soon as he heard my voice he shot up and started crying. He clung so hard to me all the way to the car. We had a great afternoon. Being away from him all day certainly made me cherish every second I had with him once we were home. Last night was a little rough. I could not get him to sleep until 8:30 (an hour after his usual bedtime). Then he was up twice crying, almost like he was anxious. He woke up at 6am and was not going back to sleep. So today will probably be harder than yesterday because he is exhausted.
When I dropped him off this morning he was fine until we got into his room and I started to put him down...he immediately freaked out. It was the kind of cry where no noise comes out, just really red faced and big crocodile tears. His teacher tried to get him distracted with a book or truck and he just had his arms outstretched screaming "mamamamama." Talk about your heart breaking into a million pieces. It seriously was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Watching Will reach out with this look of "why are you doing this to me?"
So at least Day 2 drop off is over. Please keep Will (and me) in your prayers today. Yesterday was a piece of cake, today not so much.