D-Day

Today was D-Day in the Lew Household.

Daycare Day.

Of course, knowing something was up or just being an all-around stinker, Evelyn did not sleep soundly last night, woke up and got a bottle sometime in the middle of the night, and subsequently slept in this morning. Of course. Because it was time to go to daycare.

So I got up and took a shower. Then I woke Jon up and said, "Um, you might want to wake Evelyn because we need to leave in 20 minutes." (He and I were both going this first morning, when normally it will just be Evelyn and I.) We snatched Evelyn from her sweet slumber, changed her clothes, brushed her hair, gathered all the enrollment paperwork, munched on a graham cracker, and set off on our grand adventure. Jon, dutifully, stopped Evelyn on the front step to get her "first day of daycare" photo. He's such a good dad.

I was nervous that Evelyn would be too sad without her blanket and pacifier. I thought she might miss us. I thought she would be scared. That was dumb. As soon as we arrived, another little girl about 2 years old greeted us, took Evelyn over to the toys, and that was it. Evelyn couldn't have cared less if we were there or not. We kissed her goodbye and she was all, "Whatever. You're still here? See ya, suckas!"

Now, I hope the rest of the day goes as smoothly. I might call during nap time just to check in. Is it OK if I am that mom? Yes, yes it is.

So Evelyn will be in daycare one day a week for now. My sister-in-law mentioned that since this is only one day each week, and there are three or four other kids the same age as Evelyn, she might just see this as her fun play day. I hope so. I hope she likes it. I was calling daycare "school," just because I thought it would be easier to say, but then Jon said maybe we shouldn't call it school until we know she likes it. Good associations, and all. I hope that Evelyn likes her day away from her house and her routine. I hope she gets to play outside and learn new skills and find new friends.

***An Update
I called the daycare lady, Mary Jo, and apparently Evelyn isn't doing so well. She was OK for about an hour and then started crying and freaking out. She won't leave Mary Jo's side. She wouldn't nap with the other children. She won't let go of her blanket. She wouldn't color. She was really only happy when everyone was playing outside. She is sad and a little scared, and so now I am, too. My little baby.