When I leave him in the morning and see him start playing with the toys, it's just a little bit easier to leave. My chest aches just a little bit less. My smile wobbles with less intensity. My eyes fill with fewer tears. When I arrive to pick him up I love sneaking in before he sees me and watching him interact with the other children and teachers. I am so grateful for an amazing daycare and teachers who love Carter just as I love my students. It's a wonderful thing.
|Playing outside on the turf grass at daycare.|
Then this morning as I was holding Carter, I kissed his head and he felt warm. I took his temperature. It was 100 degrees. Low grade, but still, no momma wants her baby to have a temp. Then I went to change his diaper and noticed spots all over his belly. As I pulled off his diaper I saw them on his bottom. He had taken 2 naps both longer than normal in the morning, but I attributed it to not napping well during the week at daycare. Ty's parents were visiting and his mom thought it looked like roseola. The rash is already gone and he's no longer running a fever, but he is so tired! He took another nap this afternoon and still looked tired when he woke up. My poor baby.
|Extra snuggles with grandma and grandpa seemed to help.|
So here I go from feeling good about the first day of school. Feeling confident that I can conquer the day with extra time away from Carter and be okay. To feeling just downright depressed about it. I know everything will be fine and Carter will be well taken care of, I just can't shake wanting to hold him and cuddle him and whisper in his ear that everything will be okay and he will feel better soon. I'm definitely more upset about him being sick than he is. He's such a sweet, little guy! Wish me luck tomorrow and send love my way, I'm gonna need it!