Kira started daycare last week. She went on Monday, Thursday and Friday. I don't know whether it's actually harder on her or me to adjust to our new routine of the baby attending daycare.
Mike dropped Kira off Monday morning for her first day. She apparently cried when she realized that she was spending the day there. When I went to pick her up, she stared at me from a distance as if she was angry with me :( Tuesday was Mike's day off, but I got deathly ill from a cold that came on out of nowhere and knocked me on my butt. I called in sick (on my call day!!!), thanks to Tina and Doreen, who graciously took my call that night. But because I was home sick, I undoubtedly got her sick as well. I had Wednesday off, so Kira had a couple of semi-happy two days with mommy and
daddy at home. On Thursday, I drove her to daycare...as soon as we walked towards her classroom, she held on harder and harder onto me, it was so hard for me to let her go and turn my back on her...leaving her screaming for me. The same thing happened Friday. I would call in the middle of the day to check up on her, and they would just tell me she's "adjusting"... I feel so guilty and sad putting her in daycare, but I know that once she adjusts, she will have such a fun time learning new stuff and making new friends.
How do you leave a little girl looking like this???

Saturday Jake had his basketball game. Thankfully Mike was able to get off work early to watch the game. Jake even made a basket! After the basketball game, the boys were invited to attend a birthday party at 321 Bounce. I stayed home with Kira, partly because we were both still kinda sick and it was during Kira's nap time, so she would've been crazy psycho baby at the party.
Gladiator in training.
Sunday was our usual steak dinner, a great way to end a hectic and stressful week. I was so sad this morning when Kira had to go back to daycare. Mike took her there and because she was so upset at the whole ordeal, she threw up all over herself and Mike when he was trying to drop her off. I had to pick her up and bring her home to get her all cleaned up again. Then I had to drop her off at daycare...again...for the second time of the day. Poor girl... She was so worn out that she fell asleep in minutes. But I guess the teachers said she had a better day today then she did last week, so things are looking a bit better. I really do hope she adjusts soon, I can't take more of this emotional torture everyday. Every second of the day while I'm at work, I'm thinking about her, wishing I could be with her to make her happy. I'm just having a hard time letting go because she is my baby.