News From Camp Frankie

We realized the other day that Frankie knows more than we thought. He is aware of the names of his frequently played with toys and books (kitty book, Oh My Oh My Oh Dinosaurs, Peekaboo Kisses, fishie, bear, ball, cheerios, car). If you ask him, “Where’s your car?” and he feels like playing your little parlor game, he’ll get it for you. We are currently hard at work on nose, eyes, ears, toes, feet and mouth.

He started daycare last Tuesday (a test run with me there for two hours), half days on Wednesday and Thursday, and then a full day on Friday. Friday was not a good day; he had a rough time sleeping on Thursday night because of a persistent cough that makes him sound like a pack-a-day smoker. He acquired a bit of a cold about a week and a half ago and because of his recent bronchitis, it’s now difficult for him to shake anything respiratory. We’ve been giving him the occasional breathing treatment and dose of cough syrup, but we now know that what it just takes time for him to get better. Other than that, he’s adjusted fairly well so far. He cries when we leave but his teachers tell us he’s okay five minutes later. Frankie’s managed to make “friends” of the other babies including one little girl named Audrey in particular, and I’ve been pleased with the teachers interactions with him.

Despite all this, it is heart wrenching to leave him there and to think about him being with people other than our family for the majority of the day. It’s not that I don’t think they’ll take good care of him; but I know they don’t love him as much as we do and that obviously makes an interaction different. I had always pictured myself staying home with my children much like my Mom did with me. Clearly, I’m glad that I don’t live in the 60’s, but the flipside of not staying home is as hard as actually staying home. Neither one is an ideal choice. I’ve been told by many people that when your child is away for so much time, your interactions with them are of a better “quality” – they are heightened somehow. That seems to me something parents tell themselves to feel better. A part of me wants to be relieved by platitudes, and the sad sack, dramatic part of me just wants to see it for how it is and be depressed about it.


Blogger Aunt "B" said...

I remember the days when I had to take Jovi to daycare. She used to squeeze her legs around me real tight and scream the whole time. The staff told me the same thing about her, that she was okay 5 min. later. She always has been a drama queen! As hard as it is, I think that daycare can be good for them sometimes...at least they can learn how to share and interact with other kids.

4:04 PM  
Blogger MommaS said...

Our nephew, Austin, never really interacted with kids his own age until he went to school. Now, he has a real problem associating with them. He sees himself as a really short adult. I think daycare at least lets the child be with others his own age. Colton has a list of friends that he is anxious to see in the morning, and he's so happy to see us when we pick him up! His smile can make a really rotten day turn out just fine.

Daycare may not be the perfect solution to an impossible problem, but at least we have the option.

Or, we could all just go ahead and win the lottery.


5:02 PM  
Blogger Silver Zephyr said...

shelee: i am counting on you to win the lotto an send us some cash $$$$ oh wait, do we need to actually play it to win! dammit!

7:43 AM  
Blogger BobDobbs said...

It's OK, Dave can offer him lessons on how to go to school. Oh wait, maybe not so much. Ha ha.

Anyway, I miss ya'll and hope things are well in Austin. Incidentally, I mentioned this blog to a friend from New Mexico who promptly turned on all of her nurse friends to the blog. They love it. So if you are getting new comments from New Mexican nurses, I totally take the credit for spreading the cult of the Breshears clan.

5:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

it's funny that your mom was the sahm and now you are a working mom, because my mom always had to work and now i'm a sahm. ...and i so wanted to be mary tyler moore - the modern young woman with the cool job - and still be like my mom.

n will start preschool in september and he can't wait to be out of the house and play with toys that are not his own! it's way harder on you than it is on the little ones. i'm pretty sure we've got a lot more of that coming.


8:09 PM  

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