A Major Adjustment

I started a job last Thursday. It's at a wonderful daycare, which allows me to bring Drake with me when I work. Yippee! I don't have to sever that invisible umbilical cord quite yet! Anyways, Thursday went great. Drake didn't cry not one tear when I left him in the baby room. According to his teacher, he played all by himself all day and was perfectly content. Friday and Monday, same story. Drake was great. He smiled. He laughed. He played. He ate. He napped. Today, on the other hand, was a different story. That child cried nearly every moment he was in that room! Luckily where I take my kids out to play on the playground is right outside Drake's room so I could check in on him and try to help calm him down. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to pick him up because I thought that might make it worse. He wasn't hungry. He wasn't sleepy. He wasn't wet or dirty. I think he just wanted Mama. And of course, he got exactly what he wanted. He ended up staying in my room with me! I'm awful. I know. But you feel really bad when your child is screaming and you're in the same building but you can't stay and calm him down. You always feel like it's always your responsibility to make everything alright. I hope I'm not creating a viscous cycle where he always cries until he gets to come in my room. I guess we'll find out tomorrow.