Daycare

Kevin and I have been doing an expedited research project in trying to find a daycare for Sydney. Our previous daycare plans are not going to work out, so we've been trying to do this quickly. I think we've settled on a place close to our home. We really liked the lady in the infant room; she was a loving motherly-type and seemed like she genuinely cares about the babies. The facility could be more up-to-date, but right now we're more concerned with having a loving provider. When she gets a little older, we'll worry more about facility and curriculum and things like that.

It's been really hard coming to terms with putting Sydney in daycare. It's not that I think all daycares are bad; it's just this conviction I have about knowing that the very best thing for Sydney is to be at home with a parent. And I want the best for her. I worry that someday she will feel I have abandoned her. It seems like everyone I know with kids has the ability for mom to be at home, and while I know being a stay-at-home mom is a hard unpaid job, I can't help but be somewhat envious of those who can afford to make it work. I've thought about whether or not we can truly afford for one of us to stay home, and it just doesn't seem possible. So, plan B is daycare. I've done a lot of crying and feeling guilty about doing this. People tell me I'll feel better about it down the road. I sure hope so.