On pooping...

Olivia hasn't pooped in three days (today is day four), and we're all sick with anticipation (actually just me, Steve is quite relaxed about it.  He actually sent me an article today on why there is no need to worry).  I'm hoping when I pick her up in 5 minutes from daycare she has a whole new outfit on, meaning there was an explosion of some sort.

In other news - I bought a toy elephant for my daughter.  The thought of her sitting next to it is too cute not to make a reality.  Also her Jumparoo arrived today.  Too bad at this age she doesn't understand the excitement of getting presents yet.

Milestones

Olivia rolled over 360 degrees while skyping with Grandpa.  She went from back to belly, then to back again.  There were lots of hugs and kissed that followed, while she looked most confusedly at us.  She is also getting the hang of daycare and I managed to drop her off and pick her up a couple of times without seeing her cry.  I want to think that she is happily spending her days there, rocking away on here electric swing.

 Look who is sitting tall!

5 months!

Oh that face, that smile, those little feet...

Milestone

I'm not good at remembering milestones but this is one!  Olivia rolled from back to tummy today!  She has been hinting at doing it for days now, but every time she does it S tells me it doesn't count - whether bc the mattress is slanted or bc I positioned her arm to her favor.  But today, unassisted, this little girl flopped over!  I am SO proud! :)

She is also sitting quite well with a little assistance and staring at everything we eat and drink.

On Starting Daycare

First day of daycare was as expected - emotional (me), tearful (my mom), confused (Olivia).  The ladies at daycare are all very caring and attentive.  They rocked Olivia and held her both when I left and when I arrived.  I feel reassured having O there.  But... it's not the same as staying home with grandma.  I wonder if she even knows that she isn't home, that the ladies there are not her family, that we left her there.  For a peace of mind, I like to think she is too young to realize all of the above.

Waking her up in the the morning is quite sad.  Taking her out of her peaceful slumber and plop her into a carseat is heartbreaking for me.  The second day when we arrived at daycare she was still sleeping so I put her the carseat with sleeping baby on the ground and went about getting her bed ready, when I looked down, O's eyes are filled with tears and her little arms raised as if wanting to be held.  I almost bursted into tears.  There is nothing like the love you feel for your baby....

While O was in daycare, my mom and I had a blast.  We shopped till we dropped on day one and had brunch together on day two.  It's different from our other outings because we didn't worry about S taking care of baby alone at home.  We missed her and thought about her constantly, but had a good time despite of it.  

Next week, she will (try) to go to daycare all five days.  It will be exhausting for her and us.  I try to think of all the other good toddlers that survived daycare beginning at an even younger age than her, and take solace in knowing we picked the best place we could find.  It makes it a little easier to drop off my baby.

Olivia on day 1.  They sent us this picture of her playing.  Is it me or are her eyes a little red?  When we picked her up from daycare she was howling on the chaining table.  I try not to think how much she might have cried that day.