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Where separation anxiety meets mommy anxiety.

Posted 14 Jun 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood

Last Wednesday was a big day in the Mrs. Jenna household. Not only was the hubs leaving for a 5 day-long fishing trip in Canada, but Abby was starting her first day of daycare.

After dropping off the hubs at his buddy’s house, Abbers and I headed a few blocks away to her new daycare. We got out of the car, headed inside, and Abby immediately bee-lined for the toys as she had on Monday during our “hang out” session.

I placed her pacifier and blanket in her cubby, handed off a package of diapers, and then stood there. I didn’t want to leave, mostly because I knew she would freak out. That, and that I couldn’t see what was happening once I was gone. I lingered a bit, and she started to get upset, so Miss Hillary distracted her with the awesome suggestion of reading a book. When Abby walked to the rug to see which book they were going to read, I slipped out of the room. I got a little teary eyed, and called the hubs to let him know how it went. I had anxiety stomach for the first time in MONTHS, but knew that it seemed not so bad.

Around lunch, I stopped by to peek in the window and see what she was doing (while not letting her see me). She was laying on a pile of pillows with a book, by herself. She’s doing great! I thought. Not long after lunch, I got a call from Miss Hillary. I was wrong.

“Well, after she realized you were gone she cried most of the morning until we went outside. Then she came back in kind of sad, but ate some lunch, and was really tired. (That’s when I peeked in, was after lunch.) Then she laid down on her cot and fell asleep.”

Okay, now I felt horrible, yet reminded myself that THIS IS A TRANSITION PERIOD AND TOTALLY NORMAL. When I went to pick her up after work she was sitting on the same pillows, and when she saw me it was immediate tears. She was so happy to see me. Of course, I teared up too. Apparently after lunch it was more tears, and more happy when she was outside, but then really sad when parents started showing up and none of them were me.

*sigh*

I knew Thursday would be like, eleventy billion times worse. Now she knew what was coming. Thursday I decided to take the train with her instead. She LOVES the light rail and I figured it’d distract her from what was really happening. When we got outside the daycare, I sat on a park bench to get her out of the Ergo and said “We’re going to see the kids! Your friends!” And she replied with – “Gasp! Oooo!” Again, false sense of hope.

We got inside and she was okay for about 20 seconds until she started bawling and clinging to me with a death grip. I tried reasurring her that it was okay, and that I would be back to get her soon (lie). She was crying so hard that the gag-crying had begun. I looked at Miss Hillary and mouthed, “I don’t know what to do” while fighting the tears back myself. Hillary took her from my arms and walked into the room a little more and said, “She’ll be okay, maybe stop by later after lunch?” I told her I was afraid to upset her again, but I’d think about it. I left to the sounds of Abby sobbing and screaming “MAMA! MAMA!!!”

I walked out of the daycare and broke down. I kept trying to remind myself that things would get better but at that moment they could not have been any worse. I had no one to call – the hubs was in Canada and had no cell phone reception, and everyone else I could talk to was asleep or in a different time zone.

I couldn’t stop by during lunch. I was too upset and couldn’t bring myself to make her upset again. Plus, I was picking her up at 3pm, so I knew it was soon enough. When I picked her up this time, she was eating a snack, and again cried when she saw me. I guess she again had a rough day, but just ever-so-slightly better than the day before.

Tomorrow we begin again. I know every week we’ll slip back on any progress made the week before since she has so much time between visits, but I’m hoping for the best. I know that by the end of the month it will be better than it was last week, so that keeps my chin up.

It’s just mind blowing to me that this is THIS difficult for just me to endure. It makes me wish we’d had her start sooner. Not that it would have been any better, but HOLY SHIT dudes. I’d nearly take childbirth again if it meant I didn’t have to live through that agony every week.

D-Day.

Posted 07 Jun 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business

Tomorrow, my baby girl starts daycare.

(It’s also totally fitting that she has a cold right now. “Hi! It’s my daughter’s first day! Here’s her package of diapers and a random cold virus. See you at 5!”)

I’m really excited and also completely nervous for her as well. Yesterday we braved the heat and took the train downtown so she could hang out with her new friends for a little bit while I sat in the background. She made a bee-line for the toys and seemed just fine. Miss Rita welcomed her to the room and introduced her, resulting in about 6 toddlers yelling her name for the next 15 minutes, which freaked her out (as it should.) She immediately gained a “shadow” – a little girl who followed her every move and kept saying her name at random times. Eventually this both pissed off and frustrated Abby who couldn’t do anything without this little girl following her, so I hope that gets resolved, either with friendship or boredom on the other girl’s part.

There was a lot of routine there which she obviously was not aware of. And also had a hard time listening to. I tried to get her to follow some directions (“sit on the floor with the rest of the kids! wait your turn for the water fountain!”) but she was more interested in taking off and playing with the buggy they take trips in.  She’s smart – I know she’ll have it down eventually, but it’s so hard to see my daughter be the “new kid.”

Seriously though? I’m so worried for her. When naptime comes she’s going to freak the eff out. And meals? She’s SO DAMN PICKY. It’s difficult knowing that for the first few weeks she’ll probably be exhausted and STARVING when I pick her up, but it will get better.

Full report tomorrow, including how long I cried after dropping her off.

Beta Test: Complete.

Posted 25 May 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, The Hubs

Monday night the hubs and I had tickets to see the Minnesota Twins play some (rotten) baseball, and although we had someone to watch Abbers, we decided to bring her along. It’s one of the few games we had tickets to with just the two of us, so it was worth the shot.

Overall, she was good. However, it was a great second test to see how she’ll do on our trip – specifically on the airplane. Without a seat of her own.

Result? SHE IS SQUIRMY. MY GOD, she is squirmy. We must have passed her back and forth about 30 times in the first inning alone, as well as her modifying her position in our laps a billion times.

So THAT’S why people say the littles should have their own seat.

(If you’re wondering why I haven’t posted any ADORABLE pictures of her at the game, it’s because WE BROUGHT A TODDLER TO A BASEBALL GAME and I didn’t have a third arm to take a picture with. Toddler wrangling should be a sport.)

Anyway, we ended up leaving the game around the 5th inning because her highness was getting tired and was signaling we needed to go. I was pretty panicked at the thought of our flight, but the hubs reminded me we just endured 5 innings of baseball without toys or a DVD player. A little less than two hours of keeping a child entertained with funny faces and french fries. Not too bad.

We leave for our trip tomorrow.

(I haven’t packed anything yet and have to get laundry done tonight on top of packing.)

(I’m just a little panicky.)

(And I’m serious about toddler wrangling being a sport. Do you see this face? SERIOUS.)

I’ll more than likely be tweeting the hell out of our trip, and maybe a “post” with pictures while we’re away.

Alpha Test: Complete.

Posted 17 May 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, motherhood, other people are awesome

Welp – we survived the weekend away from home (read: AT A HOTEL) with Abby. She really handled the everything well. Even if the hotel provided a mini-pack-n-play as a “crib.” (Don’t try and call this a crib, people. If Abby had been 2 inches taller she would have been TOO LONG for this thing. RIDIC.) I pulled a mom-fail and left one of her blankies at the hotel (thank god her blankies come in packs of four) when we left, but other than that…no real issues!

SO, today I booked the rental car for our trip to San Francisco in NINE DAYS. I’m simultaneously getting more relaxed about it and yet continuing to freak out.

Example: I’ve made the decision (thanks to my Uncle Greg’s advice and others) that we will bring Abby’s carseat with us. And we’ll gate check it. I think.

See? See what I did there? I know we’re bringing the car seat but I’m still TOTALLY STRESSING about whether to check it with our bags or at the gate. Regardless, we’re going to be lugging our bags, carry-on(s), a toddler and a car seat through the airport.

Abby woke up at 4:30 this morning and I stayed awake after that thinking about it. About what to do with a car seat. Nine days before we leave. I’M LOSING SLEEP OVER CAR SEATS.

Tonight I’m being a baby-boomer-in-training and going to see The Cars at First Avenue. Where I will more than likely be hearing Ric Ocasek sing “You’re All I’ve Got Tonight” while contemplating whether my back can handle toting a 26lb baby down Haight Street in an Ergo.

This is just a test.

Posted 09 May 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, I am a moron

This weekend, the hubs, Abbers and myself will be taking a little trip “up nort” to a family member’s wedding. We’ll be staying in a hotel for the first time with our little firecracker.  I’m nervous, but it’s only one night, and if she hates the hotel’s crib she can always crash with us in our bed. Assuming we got a king. And a ice bucket full of sleeping pills. (FOR ME, jerks. I wouldn’t give any to her. She wouldn’t need it if I can’t hear her through the Ambien haze.)

Anyway, any fear I originally had for this weekend is being grossly overshadowed by what will be happening in roughly 2 weeks. We’re taking her highness (and ourselves) on a plane to the land of Rice o Roni.

I keep trying to think about all the crap we need to get/buy/do/plan for to make this flight land safely and not with me on a stretcher in a 4 alarm panic attack. Luckily we’ll be staying with my Uncle & his family (including 4 year old twin boys and an older brother she’s never met), so many items we’d need they’ll be able to supply. But we’re planning on renting a car. Do we just rent a car seat? Bring ours with? If we do, do we check it in? Or check it at the gate? Do we bother bringing juice boxes for her only to be accosted at security for bringing liquids? Do I shave my head now to avoid pulling my hair out when she cries incessantly on the flight? WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DOOOOO?!?!

great, now I made her cry.

Yes, this is a cry for help. I’m looking for any and all advice about traveling with a toddler. Please and thank you.