Daycare take six (as in sixth week) for the baby and she DID NOT CRY when Caitlin and I walked out of her room this morning. The stars are aligned. The sun is breaking through the clouds. If our life was a Disney movie, Elton John would be singing something. My baby girl is growing up. All this on a Monday, International OhGodPlease Don’tLeaveMeMama Day.
Daycare has been a tougher adjustment for Amelia than Caitlin, who started when she was only 13 weeks old. When you’re 3 months old anyone with a full set of teeth and nice lap to sit on is A-OK. When you’re 10 months old, you want mama 24/7. No one is as good as mama. No one knows your little idiosyncracies like mama. No one knows when you are really upset or just faking it like mama. Amelia is bar none a mama’s girl, while Caitlin is a daddy’s girl.
The hubby and I took Amelia to the pediatrician this afternoon. She didn’t eat like her usual Miss Piggy self at school and her teacher called to alert me because I told her Amelia had had a stomach bug this weekend. When I called the pediatrician’s office to see if I should bring her in, the nurse said she wanted to make sure Amelia wasn’t dehydrated. Turns out the stomach bug is so yesterday that they didn’t even suggest Pedialyte (Did you know that March is vomiting and diarrhea month, according to our pediatrican? We got it early.) But her ears are still infected. She got a shot, a prescription for a FOURTH antibiotic, and ear drops. I would be bald in patches now from ripping my hair out but Caitlin did the same thing her first winter and magically outgrew ear infections at age one. So, we’re crossing our fingers Amelia inherits that trait from her sister.
Amelia is moving to the big wide frontier of the one-year-olds’ classroom at daycare March 13. I know she’ll be ready. Now will mama be ready? Probably not.
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