has knocked me on my ass. Last week was spent trying to enjoy as much of my last little bit of maternity leave as possible. Mia and I also did some "practicing" with the sitter. I wanted to ease her into the transition since she hadn't been away from me since the day we met.
So we spent several hours together just hanging out at the sitter's, getting to know her and the other kids, getting Mia used to the house. Then we progressed up to me leaving her for a couple hours, then four hours another day and finally on Thursday and Friday we did full days.
I'm a total overplanner. So I wanted to make sure I could do the morning routine. You know, actually take a shower, get dressed, full hair and make up and get the baby up, dressed and functional, too. And I needed to reassure myself that I could do that at the actual time I was supposed to. So my last 2 weekday mornings of maternity leave my alarm clock went off at 5am. Majorly sucked.
Mia loves the sitter. And the sitter loves her. Which gives me such peace of mind. She runs an in home daycare and has several other kids she cares for. Mia's very social. She really enjoys her new little friends. And as the youngest, she's getting a lot of attention. She's adjusting really well.
She's always excited when I come to pick her up. The first or second day... I can't remember now... she was so happy to see me she bulldozed right over top of another kid laying on the floor. That made my heart happy, too.
I'm pretty exhausted. I'm hoping once I get used to this new routine it'll get a little better. I think it will. Although I know as a single mom I'll always feel some level of exhaustion. But right now I'm nodding off at 7pm when I rock my girl to sleep. That's not good. And tonight... I'm planning on a 9pm bedtime for me to catch up a little on sleep.