So, Amelia has been at nursery for a few weeks now. I think its fair to say I totally underestimated how it would feel to go back to my old routine, although its slightly different now Amelia is here. Mornings are run with military precision (well as much as they can be) and evenings don't start for me until she's in her cot sleeping, but other than that, the going to work, my job, colleagues, etc have all stayed the same.
I ring nursery everyday (she only goes 2 days a week though) at lunch time to check she's having a good day, how she's coping, blah, blah blah and today was a relief to say the least. I normally ask about naps, nappies and food and thank them for putting up with my calls and hang up but today I actually thought about the call before I made it and wrote a couple of things down that I wanted to ask them (why is now I'm a Mummy I am unable to remember anything for a few minutes and have to rely on copious amounts of post it notes stuck here there and everywhere?) so, I ring and spoke to one of the girls (who is used to me ringing now) and she went through in detail Amelia's morning. She is having a really good day, she is eating more, being offered savoury and sweet at both meal times, lots of water throughout the day (one of my questions was this) and although her solid nappies are rather unsolid-like, she seems to be getting the hang of this nursery malarkey and taking it in her stride. That's my girl.
It feels weird that she is coping without me, good weird, but weird none the less. Today the nursery staff have given me the confidence that I am doing the right thing by sending her there and that she is safe, well and above all else - happy. To me, as long as she's happy, I'm happy and that's all that truly matters.
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