Now that my son is in daycare (which, by the way, is going really well) I don’t get a whole lot of time with him. I get two hours in the morning and then about four hours in the evening.
Seems like a reasonable amount of time, and if it was all quality, one on one time, then I think I would feel ok about that.
But it’s not one on one. And it’s often not quality.
My daughter who is almost 8 months old has been extremely needy. She’s actually pretty ok to play on her own if she doesn’t see me but if she sees me she whines because I’m not holding her. But in the mornings I need to be near her because I can’t leave her alone with my son – that’s another story but there’s been a lot of hitting, pushing, throwing toys in her direction.
So our mornings are not really fun. It’s a lot of me holding her while trying to play with my son. And she’s so squirmy she just wants out of my arms to grab whatever he’s playing with. And he hates when she touches him or his stuff.
Can you picture it?
So today I put her in her bouncy chair with toys and she immediately catapults herself out of it. I had the belt done up but she’s just too mobile for it now. So that didn’t work. She was not happy in her exercauser. She was really not happy anywhere.
All of my attention goes to her. She gets me all to herself all day now that her brother is in daycare.
I’m loving the time I get with my daughter in the day, but I miss one on one time with my son.
And it’s often not quality – especially in the evening – because he’s been sooooo prone to tantrums and he has been whining so much. I get it, I do. This is only week 3 of daycare and he’s still transitioning. He’s also got a cold (shocker, I know).
And then this morning I login to Facebook and of those ‘2 years ago’ photos pop up and it’s of my son when he was 7 months old. I loved that time I spent with him – well, minus the fact that I felt smothered because he would only nap on me. So not only am I missing spending time with him, but I find myself missing him being a baby.