Showing posts with label separation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label separation. Show all posts

Saturday, 8 September 2012

The Pre-schooler

With Froggy

My toddler, the pre-schooler! I did not think she would make the transition so smoothly...

A few months ago, I decided to sign her up for pre-school at our local YMCA. The program runs from September through to June, is a half-day only, and begins at age two and a half. Starting at age 6 months, and up until this last June, we attended a mother-baby group at this very same Y. We got together with other moms and their babes, played in a well cushioned room, and sung songs with an animator. I often came across the  pre-schoolers at the Y, and commented to another mom how happy and healthy they looked.

Several months ago, I decided to sign our toddler up for the pre-school class called Separation. It started just this week. I signed her up for Tuesdays and Thursdays. At the time my thought process was two-fold...First that we had to start somewhere, and  that she couldn't handle more than two days per week. Secondly, that I would probably be staying with her for at least a month or two, and Tuesdays and Thursdays (starting in September) I would have help at home with the baby and housework.

The separation program seemed like a perfect fit for our toddler. They encouraged parents to stay with their tots until both were ready for "separation", and then encouraged parents to leave for short periods at a time. For instance by increments of 30 minutes.

I was certain that I would be the last parent left! This Tuesday was our first day. There were four other toddlers, and two teachers. Most parents stayed a few minutes. A few left right away. A couple stayed behind the door in case there was a problem. I stayed put, thinking that my toddler would not handle the separation well yet. At around 9:30AM, a half hour into the class, a few of the children started snacking. And that's when I realized I had forgotten her snack at home.

I told the teacher I would leave for just a few moments to find something at the vending machine. I was scanning the items in the vending machine for something healthy, when I saw one of the two teachers running towards me. Oh no, is she already crying?, I asked. In fact she was just fine! The teacher came out to suggest I not return right away! I handed her a granola bar , and agreed to give my toddler a chance alone.

Initially, I stayed behind the door for a few minutes. Then I wandered towards the main entrance. Still no crying toddler! So I decided to wander around outside. I found a grocery story, and picked up some ready-to-eat fruit for my daughter. I did a little window shopping. But mostly I could not believe I had some time to myself!

Wanting my daughter to have a healthy snack, I returned to the classroom at around 10:30. I found her happily playing with some plastic farm animals. We snacked together. At 11, the group headed outside, and I decided to join them. We crossed the street, hand-in-hand, and headed toward the Public Library. My daughter then quickly let go of my hand. I took that as my cue to exit, and left the group once again. I returned to the classroom just before noon. The other parents were arriving to pick up their children. A few of the children cried when they saw their parents. But not my toddler. In fact she was busy playing with some sand toys, and was the very last child to leave!

The experience went so well, that after discussion with my husband, I decided to sign her up for the  Monday, Wednesday and Friday group as well. The timing was perfect..My husband was off work this week, and could take care of the baby whilst I dropped off the toddler at pre-school.

The rest of the week went by without a hitch. On Wednesday, she had me carry her to the main entrance and up the stairs. But by Thursday, she was gleefully running to her classroom.

When did she grow so independent, I asked myself? I did not try too hard to answer the question, and decided to simply savour the moment, and my new-found freedom. Starting next week, I will be have three hours to myself on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. The rest of the week, I will have a baby with me...However it's funny how I have come to consider caring for one child at a time break...

Checking out her new Teddy

Saturday, 11 June 2011

Countdown

CC brings me the lens cap


Monday June 6
We leave for Toronto in just four days, sans baby.  I find myself wondering if it is a good idea. While I fully trust my mother and sister to take wonderful care of her, will I be able to function without my baby?  I realize babies don't have a great sense of time, and for her four days might be just one really long day.  However, I am concerned that I will be overcome with worry, and won't be able to function, nor enjoy our mini-trip. At the very least, I should be getting more sleep that last night.  The Brat was up every two hours. This sleeping pattern usually heralds a virus, be we had a great, cold-free day today.

Tuesday June 7
As is often the case, one fitful night is followed by a calm night.  For only the third night since birth, she slept through the night!  9PM to 6AM.  Now if only I could learn to sleep earlier, as falling asleep at midnight still doesn't give me much sleep.  We had a great day today; we went for a jog, followed by a short trip to a very nice park in a neighbouring city. I have a feeling that the next two days will fly by, as I will be working both days. Three more days until our separation.

Wednesday June 8
I have put the finishing touches on the "baby care guide" for my mother and sister. This includes the baby's schedule, her preferred meals, emergency contacts, infant Heimlich and CPR. At last count, the document was ten pages long. I am beginning to think that I have gone a little overboard.

Thursday June 9
Today flew by. I packed, I went to work, and now I type.  We leave tomorrow. Normally I would be excited, but instead I find myself anxious. Whoever said Separation Anxiety was uniquely for infants?

Friday June 10
We bade our baby adieu a little after noon today, and headed for the airport. Once we checked in, I headed for the airport bookstore, and perused the magazines. I found myself buying a copy of "Today's Parent". "Really?", my husband asked.

As I type these words, we are about to go to sleep for the night, our first night away from the baby. I anticipate a difficult night for myself, and I have brought along some Gravol just in case!