Take Care of my Baby

Well, the miracle of miracles has occurred.  We finally got a call saying we had a spot in one of the day cares where we were wait listed.  I had had about twelve panic attacks about what we were going to do, ultimately deciding my husband would have to be a stay at home dad until further notice.  But then the call came.

The catch is that we got a part time spot.  But we’re okay with it.  Ethan will go to day care three days a week, and stay home two days a week.  Until John finds his next gig, the boys will get to have daddy-son time two days a week.  I think this will be so good for both of them, and really my husband lucked out in the biggest way.  He gets to be a stay at home dad PART TIME.  How many people get to do that?  Sheesh.  Anyway, once he gets his next job, if we still haven’t gotten upgraded to full time (which I was assured WILL happen some time between January and May) then we’ll hire a part time nanny to look after our boy.

And so, just like that, everything seems to be working out.  I’m still not looking forward to going back to work, but guess what?  The day care is literally next door to my building.  And they have a complete open door policy, so theoretically I can go visit him any time I want.  I can even – get this – BREASTFEED him there.  Holy crap.  Obviously my job has to be understanding about breastfeeding, but I don’t expect them to be THAT understanding, so I might go over there to nurse him once a day but I’ll pump the rest of the time.  And in a few months he won’t need to nurse during the day time anyway.  Win-win!  (Have I mentioned I’m dreading having to pump multiple times a day?  Because I am.)

Today Ethan and I went to the day care to fill out paperwork, and so he could get a gander at the place and even meet some of his teachers.  He had a blast.  He played with some toys, including a real live gourd that he found on a shelf and claimed as his own.  He grabbed a little girl’s face.  He had a toy stolen from him by a little boy.  He nursed.  He had a blowout diaper.  It was like the baby equivalent of The Hangover or something.  Here’s a picture of him with his gourd, and a visitor from the toddler room in the background.

Enjoying the gourd

I think my little man will do just fine.  Me?  That’s another story.

P.S. Today marks the end of NaBloPoMo, and I have to say, we’ve done pretty damn well.

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