It really went ok overall. Some good and bad, but I will count it in the win column.
Our sleep routine was tossed out the window right before I had to go back to work because of another growth spurt. Things pretty much went back to normal, but those things are rough and added into the fun of returning to work.
The first drop off wasn't so bad. I cried a little, but was able to quickly dry my tears once I got back into the car and walked into work on time with dry eyes. I was worried I'd be listening to Aqua* all morning but I did just fine. Being at work brings a sense of normalcy back into my life. And I didn't know how much I missed talking to people.
The first pick up did not go so well. He was upset. I was waiting for the center to bring up his car seat and give me his little activity slip and he was howling. I was off on my game because of it being the first day and all so I thought he might just be cranky and hungry. In fact, I waited for so long I asked them if I could go ahead and feed him there. So I nursed him which calmed him down. I as hungry as he was I figured that he was just hungry (I was a little angry he was so hungry, but I figure he's still adjusting to all the bottle feedings). But he got really fussy after he finished nursing again. Anyhow, they finally had my stuff together and I took my very upset baby home.
And when I got home I discovered why he was upset. He was poopy. REALLY poopy. And it looked like he had been for awhile. And my child does not like being in a poopy diaper at all. I was a little angry at day care, but more angry at myself for not listening to my instincts and having him changed before we left.
So day 2 at pick up, he was fussy again. They were trying to warm a bottle for him, but I was worried that he was poopy again. I took him back and checked, and sure enough, poop. So I changed him, but he was so upset at this point it didn't help (crying like he never crys upset... it was bad). So I tried to feed him the bottle they had just warmed and he didn't want it. And they still didn't have our stuff together to leave (it had been like 20 minutes at this point). So finally I strapped him, still very upset, in his carrier and went about collecting out things by myself as he cried. The manager came over and rocked the seat while talking to another parent. I turned around to see he had spit up all over himself and she was still rocking him, not paying attention. So I said to her, in a very frustrated tone, "HE SPIT UP."
Then I finished checking him out and left.
Then, while I was at home playing with my now happy baby, I got a phone call... from his day care. I had apparently yelled at the manager. I cannot tell you how pissed this phone call made me. The story is even longer than I wrote out here. But excuse me for being just a bit frustrated for being handed an upset, poopy child 2 days in a row. And I did NOT yell at her... I probably should have, but I didn't.
I explained the story, they had screwed up several things, and I explained that I was frustrated, but not angry and I realize that there are still some kinks to be worked out.
The phone call BS pissed me off so bad I barely slept all night.
That night we also decided to go ahead and install his convertible seat. At least I don't have to wait on them to bring up his carrier anymore. I was going to do it in another week or two, but figured that now was as good as ever. (Bonus: he seems to like his convertible better anyhow)
Friday night, he was in a good mood when I picked him up... but he started to get fussy as soon as I took him (made me feel like crap). Then he cried the whole ride home. Guess what I found in his diaper when I got home... POOP!
So from now on, I'm going to make them check his diaper before we leave, fussy or not. (FYI, he is the only breast fed baby there, so maybe they forget how often BF'd babies poop... but it's all the time for him.)
But aside from the poop issue, he seems to be doing fine. He's eating well and has started using his pacifier more. They are getting a decent number of naps out of him per day. They say he's been doing great and had a good attitude during the day. Other than the poop thing, the cloth diapering has been going well.
The only thing that is kinda disappointing is that he is so tired he's been going to bed around 7, so we don't get to spend much time with him in the evenings.
And I'm pumping 3x a day at work. I'm getting a little more than 20oz during the day, and he's eating them. So I'm a bit paranoid about not letting my supply go. As much as he's eating, if I let it slip even a few ounces, he could run out. No pressure, right?
So despite the episode last week with the phone call, things are going well and I know will get better.
*Yes, Aqua. It's my goto CD when I'm sad. I think it's impossible to listen to Aqua and cry. Their song have zero emotional depth, are coated in sugar, and set to a fast beat. I listened to that CD for nearly 2 weeks straight after Muffy died. My coworkers probably think I'm nuts.