Daycare Diary 2...
I saw the doctor Friday and still can't believe I am making visits there every two weeks. Soon it will be weekly and that is just insane! This pregnancy is moving entirely too quick. So quick in fact, Robbie and I decided it was time to find a great daycare for our Jack.
Robbie called a La Petite facility we were interested in visiting on Friday to see if we could stop in for a tour. They were welcoming on the phone and Robbie felt good about our visit. Let me just say this...I am incredibly grateful Robbie was taking the reins because, like an ostrich, I was perfectly content with sticking my head in the sand for this chore. Just driving by daycare centers caused me to tear up. This third trimester nonsense has made for a ridiculously emotional Crazy Jo.
I picked Robbie up from work around lunch time and we headed to the center. I liked it immediately in comparison to the others I visited and felt the person attending to us was just that, attentive. The center was clean, smelled like lunch and the kids seemed happy. A few were even napping and since this is one of my favorite past times, well, it made me happy. We headed back to the infant room and my anxiety started to increase a bit. The people working in this room were in the process of feeding lunch to those babies capable of mushing with their tiny fingers, finger foods. The small babies were content in various places, no one was crying, the room was light and airy, clean and friendly. I could...potentially...leave my baby here. Quite possibly.
Robbie asked important questions and I listened to him converse politely with those who had the answers. I refrained from saying much because the knot in my throat wasn't going away and I knew if I opened my mouth to speak it was going to sound something like crying. Robbie did great, but as we visited with the staff we noticed some of the information he had received on the phone wasn't the same information we were receiving in person. Finally, he just looked at the director and said, "I wonder who I talked to?" Quickly we discovered there was another La Petite right down the street and the two same-named facilities shared a cross street.
We made the decision to visit the other one down the street and again, everything was nice. Literally every child in this much smaller facility was either inside sleeping or outside playing. The director and assistant director were both very helpful and encouraging us to ask many, many questions. I decided to give it a go and well, the knot was still apparently there, causing me to swell with salty tears and a squeaky voice. There was no sobbing involved and Robbie's well placed hand on my back gave me the encouragement to at least try really hard to keep it together. All in all, both places were nice and clean...decent places to leave a kid. But of course, I liked the more expensive of the two. It was a newer facility, larger and did not combine infants and toddlers in the same room. It also did not have a waiting list.
So...basically, I guess, we've found daycare for Jackson Danger. Today I sat down and crunched the numbers and now I am crying about how to pay for it.
Robbie called a La Petite facility we were interested in visiting on Friday to see if we could stop in for a tour. They were welcoming on the phone and Robbie felt good about our visit. Let me just say this...I am incredibly grateful Robbie was taking the reins because, like an ostrich, I was perfectly content with sticking my head in the sand for this chore. Just driving by daycare centers caused me to tear up. This third trimester nonsense has made for a ridiculously emotional Crazy Jo.
I picked Robbie up from work around lunch time and we headed to the center. I liked it immediately in comparison to the others I visited and felt the person attending to us was just that, attentive. The center was clean, smelled like lunch and the kids seemed happy. A few were even napping and since this is one of my favorite past times, well, it made me happy. We headed back to the infant room and my anxiety started to increase a bit. The people working in this room were in the process of feeding lunch to those babies capable of mushing with their tiny fingers, finger foods. The small babies were content in various places, no one was crying, the room was light and airy, clean and friendly. I could...potentially...leave my baby here. Quite possibly.
Robbie asked important questions and I listened to him converse politely with those who had the answers. I refrained from saying much because the knot in my throat wasn't going away and I knew if I opened my mouth to speak it was going to sound something like crying. Robbie did great, but as we visited with the staff we noticed some of the information he had received on the phone wasn't the same information we were receiving in person. Finally, he just looked at the director and said, "I wonder who I talked to?" Quickly we discovered there was another La Petite right down the street and the two same-named facilities shared a cross street.
We made the decision to visit the other one down the street and again, everything was nice. Literally every child in this much smaller facility was either inside sleeping or outside playing. The director and assistant director were both very helpful and encouraging us to ask many, many questions. I decided to give it a go and well, the knot was still apparently there, causing me to swell with salty tears and a squeaky voice. There was no sobbing involved and Robbie's well placed hand on my back gave me the encouragement to at least try really hard to keep it together. All in all, both places were nice and clean...decent places to leave a kid. But of course, I liked the more expensive of the two. It was a newer facility, larger and did not combine infants and toddlers in the same room. It also did not have a waiting list.
So...basically, I guess, we've found daycare for Jackson Danger. Today I sat down and crunched the numbers and now I am crying about how to pay for it.
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