Me: Do you want to go play with a new friend and play with new toys?
Miss A: Yeah! I want to play with a new friend!! OOOH NEW TOYS!!
I took her over to the babysitter's house for a quick visit the day before I was going back to work. She seemed happy to see the girl and meet the three year old boy.
Day 1 while dropping her off....
Me: Okay, Mommy has to go to work. You get to stay here and play with your new friend! And you get to play with a new doggy and kitty toooo!
Miss A: WAHHH!! NO MAMA! I don't want to stay! WAHHHHHH!! *Biggest crocodile tears ever*
Me: It's okay. Mommy pick you up later when I'm all done with work.
Miss A: *squeezing my legs for dear life* Wahhhhhh!! No! Noo!! *saddest crocodile tears pouring down*
Me: It's okay. I'll see you soon. I have to work and I will be right back to bring you home. I love you! Hugs and kisses!
Miss A: Noooo! Wahhhhh!
Me: I love you baby girl. Mommy will see you later. *The door shuts*
[[[AHHhhhhh! I can't do this! OH MY GOSH!! I'M NOT GOING TO SURVIVE THIS. I THINK I'LL QUIT MY JOB AND JUST TAKE HER HOME NOW!! I CAN'T TAKE IT!]]]
I was instantly reminded me of horrific scenes in WWII movies of Jewish children being ripped away from their families...
I cried a few dozen tears and had a terrible first day back at work. I don't know who had the worst experience but when I picked her back up, she was happily playing. She ran to the door to meet me and gave me a big hug and kiss. "My mommy's here! My mommy's here!" I instantly felt better.
I brought her home and then the real transition began. She refused to sleep in her bed from that point on. I left her with a stranger and she was so traumatized that she insisted upon sleeping in the same room as us. We laid her into her own bed (like normal) but instead of her peacefully going to sleep, she woke up a solid 12 times that night. She came running into our bedroom, wanting to lay next to our bed. We brought her back to her own room each of those 12 times until finally caving in a couple hours before our alarm went off. It was exhausting.
|Miss A and her make shift bed next to our bed|
|Miss A sleeping on her chair|
Now that I am back to not working again, Miss A snuggles into my bed early morning after my husband leaves for work. She is my little angel.
Miss A: Do you know what the angel says? The angel says, "I LOVE YOU!"
|Miss A peacefully sleeping in our bed|