I returned to the scene of the crime today. DH and I went back to the gym this afternoon and I took Bunny to the daycare room. When I dropped her off, there were no other babies there so I was able to talk tp the daycare worker. She remembered us from the other night and we talked a little about Bunny’s lack of experience with other kids. She assured me she’d look out for my girl…I felt better.
I only came by to check on her once and she was doing just fine. After a quickie 30 minute workout, we went to sign her out and the coolest thing happened—when we walked in she was sitting with the daycare worker and a little baby boy. They were sitting face to face, talking baby talk and patting each other on the head and face. I realized at that moment that it was the first time she’d met another baby her own age. She was smiling and happy—so of course I cried because I am a freakshow.
The point of my rambling is that in my head this was how I envisioned it. I’d be getting some me-time, she’d be meeting new baby-friends and we’d all be happy. Today made me hopeful that it might all work out.
