During my pregnancy with Gabriel, I was looking forward to being a daycare mom. Retaining my regular 8:30 to 5:00 job meant having someone else watch my kid. Daycare was the option we chose for three reasons – it was as cheap as cheap could get, we liked the idea of having multiple people in the room for accountability and safety reasons; and Gabriel was going to have other kids to interact with which we thought was important.
I did my research and I got the gist of how daycare was going to be. There were things I didn’t like but I told my self it couldn’t be that bad. Thousands of other mothers take their children to daycare. If they can do it, I can too.
Boy was I wrong.
Every time I picked Gabriel up from daycare, and he looked sad and exhausted, like he had a terrible day, my heart broke in little pieces. I gave myself a little pep talk, toughened up, and took him back the next day. Every time I picked him up with snot dripping down his nose, his eyes red from crying, I fumed on the inside because no one had bothered to wipe his nose and pick him up to comfort him a little bit. I womaned up and took him back the next day. Every time we were up all night because he had caught another cold, was congested and coughing up a storm, I told myself it was fine. Children are stronger than they look, he’ll get past it.
However, on November 10, 2018, 9 months in to this constant cycle of guilt, false reassurance, I decided I had enough. On our drive back from Gabriel’s 4th doctor’s appointment that month, many MANY colds and three ear infections in, I decided we were done with daycare. For now. Ignoring my instincts to put on a tough act was no longer worth it. I wanted a happy and healthy baby. Nearly everyday, I felt guilty for putting my needs over his. And I was, putting my needs over his, because I thoroughly enjoyed time away from him. He is A LOT 😂. These were (are) his formative months and I needed to protect him, give him his best chance at being strong & healthy, and well behaved. So I did it! I shook off my pride, bit the bullet and withdrew him from daycare.
I don’t know how other mothers do it and cudos to you because I imagine you must be having a though time too, or not. Bottom line is, you are strong. This mom could absolutely not. It was rough seeing his tiny body be so sick and sad. It was rough not trusting that they had his best interest at heart and constantly doubting that they were actually taking care of him. It was just rough.
Daycare was not for me. Maybe we will try it again, when he is older with a stronger immune system, can thrive on one nap a day… or maybe we will just wait till I can afford a stay at home nanny 😂😂
Mommas (dads), do you take your kids to daycare? How was your experience? How did you overcome some of these cons?
Ladies (guys), if you plan on having kids, will you take your kids to daycare? What are some of your expectations? Let me know your thoughts in the comment section or shoot me an email. I would love to hear from you ❤️
Disclaimer: I understand that all day-cares are not the same. I am writing from my personal experience with the daycare we attended. I also know that there is not much a daycare can do to prevent sicknesses with all the kids and teachers that interact with each other. This, however, does not change the fact that in the end it did not work for me. I’m sure my personality and past events may have also played into my heightened sense of discomfort. I know there are various other options for child care, we considered them all. This was our best at this time.