Thursday, June 01, 2006

professor mia...


she loves her bubble disguises...

rub-a-dub-dub



mia impersonating uncle pat... well, from the ears down.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

The Mayo Clinic Visit



Congrats to Diana. Mia, Natasha and I went to visit Diana in Rochester during her radiation treatments. She is doing great and we are all so proud of her!!!

All is well

Things seem to be coming together. Mia made it through her first week and did really well. Dennis has taken over the childcare duties for the next two weeks. The more I stay away from the whole situation ( I have found) the easier it is on both of us. Dennis loves Kinderberry and thinks I just need a little time to see how well Mia is adjusting. I waited for her to wake up in the middle of the night crying...nothing. I looked for pinch marks and bite marks...nothing. I looked for dehydration signs...nothing. My biggest fear was that she wouldn't seem attached to me...wrong. I'm not saying that I'm pro-working/pro-daycare. All I'm saying is if you make that choice, the kids do survive. If you're lucky--they even thrive. I know it is just the beginning, but at least I've stopped crying.

Monday, May 15, 2006

On second thought

Okay, maybe I spoke too soon. Today was Mia's first day at daycare and I felt as if I lost my best friend. I was fine until we took her to the back room with the other kids and she preferred the comfort of her daddy's lap. I watched from the other room on a little television. I thought this was a great benefit until I realized how gut wrenching it can be to watch your child look overwhelmed and bewildered by the whole experience and you are unable to comfort her. I started crying and left the room to go outside. The perky daycare provider told me not to worry that all parents experience this. I wanted to tell her a few things, but I didn't. Dennis came over and tried to calm me down. Keep in mind, it is 7:30am on 6th street and the coffee shop was packed. I'm certain most people thought I was just diagnosed with a terminal illness. Haven't had a cry like that in quite some time. I decided to take Mia home with me at noon. I'm also not taking her back tomorrow. I need one more full day with her. I have to keep in mind that I have a great opportunity ahead of me and I'm really dying for some adult interaction. I know she will be fine...she is such a happy little soul. I'm just not convinced this is the best option for Mia or me. Something just seemed wrong about the whole thing. She should be able to eat with her bunny at the table, drink from a sippy cup, snack all day, and sleep when she wants...shouldn't she?

Saturday, May 13, 2006