Day 3

I keep thinking that every day Will is at school has to be better than the day before. Today proved to be worse. Drop off was the same. Screaming crying but I am used to that by now. This time he started crying when we got to the Piggly Wiggly which is about a mile from his daycare, so clearly he has caught on to the routine and he knew we were taking the same route as yesterday and the day before. So I dropped him off as usual and it is getting easier for me to do that simply because they have told me that he calms down shortly after I leave. Progress.
Today, I had to pick him up at 2:00 so we could get to a doctor appointment to check and make sure his collar bone was healing okay. One of his teachers told me he cried a good bit more today and when I asked if he cried all day, she smiled a little and said, "Well, I don't want to say all day." Great.....
What makes it worse is after we got home from the doctor he was in a pretty foul mood. He cried and whined and couldn't be pleased. We decided to take him to Chick-fil-A for dinner, thinking that might raise his spirits...he cried all the way there, ate about 1 nugget but mostly fries, didn't even want ice cream (WHAT??) and cried the whole way home. He cried in the bath, cried while putting on pajamas, and didn't stop crying until the lights were off, sound machine on, and we were rocking. I mean I really do feel sorry for him...I know he is stressed, confused, exhausted, anxious, sad, etc. but come on....you are in your own house......momma and daddy are right here with you.....there is no more reason to be sad. So it makes me sad to see him this way because it really looks like it is wearing on him and his precious personality. I did not hear Will laugh today. I only saw a small smile once. That is pretty sad, since most of the time he smiles and laughs non-stop through our nightly bath, books, bed routine.
I promise after this week I will not be posting daily progress of how daycare is going, but it is sort of theraputic for me to just get my thoughts out there and maybe in a few weeks we can look back on these posts and laugh about how horrible it was at first-maybe then he will be loving life again.
I'll share one last thing that happened yesterday when I picked Will up-it was just too funny not to post...There are windows in the hallway outside his room so I can peek in and see him before I actually go in the door to pick him up. Yesterday I peeked in to see what he was doing before I actually went in. He was sitting at a table with 5 other kids, eating his ritz crackers and looked completely fine. No tears. Then he caught a glimpse of me through the window and literally his bite of ritz cracker he had just taken came shooting out of his mouth at the same time that he jumped up, ran to the door, and started crying hysterically. Anyway, it was just so funny to see him look so normal and then change into complete hysteria in about 0.2 seconds. It was also really funny to see him sitting at a little table with his other classmates. He is the oldest in his class by 2 months. He is also a big boy (height) for his age, so he towers over some of those kids. While some kids sitting at the table could barely see over it, Will had his elbows on the table- Guess we need to start teaching him some manners :)
Keep us in your prayers!!!