Week 17

This was probably one of the hardest weeks I have ever had but I can say being at the end of the week now that each day got better.

The week started with yard work. I was actually really excited since I haven't really done much around the house (project wise) since we moved in. That's what happens when you are six months pregnant and then have a newborn. We decided that while Nana was here (and she could look after J while we got dirty outside) that we would do some planting out front to spruce the place up a little. Maybe there would be a "yard of the month" sign in my yard in the near future? HA! Friday night after work we all loaded up for a trip to Home Depot. It was overwhelming to pick plants out, something that should have taken maybe all of 30-45 minutes took almost an hour and a half until we figured out how we wanted to lay the area out and then what plants/flowers to use. A couple hundred dollars later and two full trunks and it was time for some dinner. Later when we got home we set-up J's pink car and she had her first ride which she seemed to love.

Saturday morning we were up bright and early and ready to make round two at HD after feeding J. That's what happens when you have two four door sedans, multiple trips to the Depot. Maybe we should have rented one of their trucks for the day? Maybe next time. Finally around 10am we were ready to get started out front. We dug, clipped, pulled, removed and planted away for the next five hours. 8 bushes, about 80+ annuals, 12 bags of mulch and two more trips to Home Depot and we were done. I knew there was a reason I gave up going to the gym that morning, I'm still feeling it almost a week later!

 

Later that night mommy and daddy had a date night to celebrate Auntie R's birthday. It was nice to be out with the adults and we kept kid talk to a minimum.

Sunday was a chill out day, it was our last day with Nana. We went and had lunch at the Twisted Root and then headed to Central Market (another one of Nana's favorite places) to pick up some food for dinner. We enjoyed the rest of the day together and gathered up J's things for daycare, 6:15a.m. Monday morning would be here before we knew it.

Monday just flat out sucked, I'm not going to sugar coat it. It was a rough day. We had to say good-bye to Nana (until June) and then we had to drop J off at daycare with complete strangers. There was a reason I hardly put any make-up on that morning, I new that before I got to work it would be gone! After J and I said our goodbye's to Nana, we  piled into the cars and drove J down the street to her first day of daycare, not sure how I got there through the tears in my eyes.

We pulled up, got J and her school bag out and headed in. You could definitely tell I was a first time mom dropping off her precious cargo. We checked in at the front office and then headed to her classroom. We met J's morning teacher (I had met the afternoon teacher when I was there a couple of weeks ago for a visit), got her cubbie all settled, unpacked her bag, signed her in, met the other kids and then I had to finally let go (after about 20 minutes) and hand J over to her teacher. Somewhere in here we discovered we forgot the bottles at home! We watched through the window for a few minutes and then headed out, I headed to work, daddy had to go home and bring the bottles back.

I was somewhat busy at work on Monday which helped some to keep my mind off J but she was really all I could think about. Everyone kept asking me if I had called to check in yet and I kept saying no, I will soon. I finally called around lunchtime and was told that she was doing well and was taking a nap in the swing. I had both of my cell phones with me all day, in case they called, which they didn't. I watched the clock all day and was happy when it was finally time to leave and pick her up. I swung by the house and picked up daddy so we could both experience the first pick-up. We got there (and I am sure I was weepy) and J was sleeping in a swing. I gathered her things and was talking to the teacher while daddy was waking her up to go home. At first she was foggy and then when she realized it was her daddy she gave him a big grin. All I wanted to do was swoop her out of his arms and give her a big kiss, with tears rolling down my cheeks. We said goodnight and headed home. Once home (and we got home early than usual) we had everything to do on our own, get dinner ready (even though most of the meal was pre-made and taken out of the freezer that morning), feed J, take showers/baths, eat ourselves, play with J, get her stuff ready for the morning. You could tell that J was more exhausted than normal, even though she slept more  than she normally does, I guess her first day of daycare wore her out. She catnapped that evening, which gave us time to catch up on the many shows sitting in our DVR, gave J her last bottle and off to bed it was. We had survived our first day! 

Tuesday I decided that I would put on more make-up to include mascara which I thought would help with my crying. I wouldn't want to show up at work with black circles under my eyes. I dropped J off, my eyes were watering but the tears weren't rolling. Her teacher said that she did well for her first day and that it takes a couple of days for them to adjust and get used to the noise. The day was better for me, I didn't even call to check-in. When I picked her up she was awake playing in her crib. I walked over and peek over and as soon as she saw me she gave me a HUGE smile and squealed in delight! She just melted my heart. She had another good day and home we went to attempt night #2 by ourselves.

By Thursday mommy was good. Dropping her off in the morning like I was an old pro, no more tears. Sure I still constantly think about her (and the digital picture from on my desk with all of her cute pictures probably isn't helping) all day but I know she is in good hands and enjoying her new friends. The highlight of my day (and daddy's too if he gets her) is when I get to pick her up. The moment she sees me is worth having to wait all day for her.

Exhausted after a long week

What is she up to developmentally these days? Her hands are still always in her mouth, still no sign of a tooth. She is a talker and at times I swear she is saying "hey" with a Texas twang (she even got some head turns when we were out because it is pretty clear). She is able to pull her pacifier out and put it back in sometimes by herself. She is getting out of her swaddle...to be continued.

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