I [heart] Davids It helps me to say these things aloud, I think.

I said that it would be good for Henry to start daycare so he’d get exposure to germs.

I guess I didn’t really mean it.

He spiked a 102.9 degree fever on Sunday afternoon. We cooled him with wet washcloths and watched somewhat helplessly as he screamed bloody murder and cried tears for the first time I can remember.
We took him to the doctor that afternoon and he started feeling better with the cooling washcloths and some baby Tylenol. The doctor chalked it up to a virus and not heat stroke, which was what I thought it might be.

He had a bit of a rough night but seemed to be doing great this morning. His fever was gone and he was in a good mood. Dave’s playing daddy-day-care today since Henry can’t go to school.

All in all, it was not the worst experience ever.

Henry started daycare this week (henceforth called “school” to make it sound more important).
Here he is in his first-day-of-school outfit.

It was harder to leave him there than I thought it would be. There was more than one crying baby in the room. Henry was looking around like, “What’s with all the noise?” So was I, frankly. Unlike before I had the baby, however, I understood that most of those babies were crying for a need (hunger, sleep, changing, etc.) and I realized those teachers are all there to meet those needs as quickly as possible. They seemed to be doing a good job of staying focused and on task.

I was able to check on him via in-room video cameras during the day. They’re very low resolution but if you know what he’s wearing, you can spot him.

He’s next to the red thing on the floor

He’s in the middle crib on the left

I was debating trying to obscure the images of the adults and the other children in this room, but I thought, why bother? You can’t see anything anyway! If you are immediate family and you were excited about getting access to the video cameras, I’d get less excited about it. It’s [obviously] hard to see and the technology takes a little fiddling with to get it to work.

All in all, I’m happy that he’s in daycare. I think it’s good for him in more than one way. He learns how to be cared for by new people, he gets socialization, he gets exposed to germs, etc. It was a little tough starting this week, but now that the week is halfway over, I’m feeling more comfortable and confident.

Yay for Doctor Ferber’s Progressive Waiting approach! We started Thursday night after Dave got in from his trip to Phoenix. I think Sunday night was the hardest. But last night, he barely made a peep during the night at his usual waking times. He went to bed at 8:30 PM and I woke him at 6 AM to feed him. Let’s hope this trend continues!

Doesn’t that just look comfy? Makes me want to go nap!