There came a point with all of Casey’s comings and goings that we either had to find a safe place to store Vivi on occasion or I was going to have to find a new career. So securing Vivi a safe place to play while I was at work and Casey was out of town was obviously the answer.
We eventually settled on a local daycare that allows us to drop Vivi off with little to no prior notice. And thus far we’ve noticed that daycare has its advantages and its disadvantages.
Vivi has never really been a bad sleeper. We can usually give her some milk and lay her down and she’ll eventually go out like a light. Put Vivi in daycare, where she is required to take a nap with other kids, and she comes home with napping skills of a professional. Two days at daycare, one of which was spent with the babies instead of the one-year-olds because Vivi couldn’t walk yet, and Vivi learned to walk (and climb stairs). I’m pretty sure it’s because Vivi was offended that she had to spend the day with the babies instead of the toddlers.
We also noticed that after a few sessions of daycare Vivi picked up a habit of hitting. Something we’ve never really had to deal with because nobody in our house hits. Addie has never had a sister to hit and Vivi didn’t know what it was until daycare. The other real negative we’ve noticed is that Vivi always, ALWAYS, gets sick after a stint at daycare.
This last week while Casey was in New York City for Blogher, Vivi spent three days at her daycare center. By Friday night I could tell Vivi was coming down with something because she just didn’t look right. Saturday was an extremely grouchy day and I knew I was going to be in for a long Sunday. That long Sunday started much earlier than I expected.
Vivi was up from 9:30 p.m. Saturday night until 7:00 a.m. Sunday morning. She had a fever, a cough, and a snotty nose and spent the night moaning, mixed with crying jags. I spent all night long rocking Vivi trying to get her to fall asleep, but it just didn’t happen.
What do you get when you have a very tired and sick one-year-old Vivi? A very snuggly, grumpy, and sad baby. She spent 90% of the day snuggled up against me as we watched Sesame Street, the Olympics, and Despicable Me. She was sound asleep for probably 50% of that snuggling time, something I will definitely miss once she is not sick.
As tough as it is to watch Vivi struggle through her sickness, it’s tough to know that there is really nothing I can do about it. Kids get sick and parents help them feel as comfortable as possible until they’re back to being their playful little selves.
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