Nursery: Day 2

Today I spent 30 minutes at daycare with James, and then... left!  I walked down the street without a baby in my arms, feeling oddly... empty.  And free.  And relaxed.  I thought I would feel slightly guilty at leaving him, Instead, I felt... free!  I felt reassured that the nursery was, if not the most amazing place in the world, at least a safe place where James will be well fed and safely looked after.   There may be scuffs on the walls, and some of the toys may be a little worn, but there is usually a 2:1 baby to carer ratio, which means James will never be ignored for long.  I like the idea of little James as an independent entity, making his own way in the world. 

When I returned after two hours of errands to pick James up, he was just starting his lunch:  macaroni cheese and sweetcorn. One thing is certain:  James will not be ignored when he wants something.  If the daycare helper took too long between bites, James would begin a series of gutteral groans that were impossible to ignore.  I was proud of him for making his demands known. 

Maybe a slightly spoiled baby is a more resilient baby?   I never thought of James as "spoiled" before, but he has had a lot of undivided attention in his short life.  No wonder his little mind is used to it.  

Tomorrow: Day 3 of settling in.  And then, James is on his own!