The twins have been in daycare for about three weeks now–not all the way through because they had hand-foot-mouth, but about three weeks.
I’m happy to report that The Great Daycare Experiment does seem to be helping in many ways: the boys are certainly more vocal. They are both making a lot more noise and Louie has begun imitating with some regularity. I’m pretty sure August is talking as well although like Louie, his words are hard to understand. Hooray! Talking-ish kids and perhaps the best part is that they are both doing some spontaneous talking, which is probably the hardest thing of all.
I’m pretty sure daycare is not a good fit for Louis. When I picked him up from Monday, he looked all puffy from a day of crying. Not only does he cry at daycare, but he’s fussy at home too. It’s like he’s traumatized.
This led me down a rabbit hole and tomorrow I’m going to be touring a very shi shi preschool that happens to have some openings for the fall. I can’t afford this preschool, but that’s a whole ‘nother thing–I’ll worry about that if it’s the right place.
Some people think I’m crazy.
Other people don’t.
My husband says “whatever you think is best.”
Do I just move Louie? Or do I move August too?
Do I move them at all? Maybe Louie is still adjusting.
I feel like Louie needs something more–he needs a place where he’s nurtured and encouraged–not just a place to hang out. And I need to feel good about leaving my kids with strangers every day.
I’m come to realize that the paradox of parenthood is that there aren’t really any perfect answers. There are good answers, there are options, but it’s not nearly as black and white as you’d hope. It’s like all those years of learning to fill in the right bubble on the paper were kind of pointless–life isn’t that simple.