Golden Pig Tales

-v- went to go visit Ezra at daycare yesterday hoping to have a happy lunch full of Ezra Smiles only to have a bad lunch when she was told by the people of the daycare that the regular daycare teacher had been out sick since Friday because she had viral meningitis. While viral meningitis is not bacterial meningitis it still something that can cause fever and pain to Ezra, which is never good.

I having had bacterial meningitis years ago freaked out and had to read every website I could find to be sure that if what I read was true: viral meningitis is no where near as serious as bacterial meningitis. -v- also called the pediatrician, who told us that all we can do is check for a fever and make sure there aren’t any signs of him getting a headache. In other words, we need to sit and wait and watch.

As of now, Everything appears to good with Ezra. He has been just as happy and playful as always. There is no sign of fever.

Ezra’s new daycare seems much much better than the old daycare. When I arrived too take him home on Monday, I found him smiling and playing with a teacher, something that never happened at the old day care. His daily report said that he was a sweet and fun boy. He also took a nice long nap, something he hardly ever did at the old daycare. Hopefully when I go pick him up tomorrow afternoon, it will be just like Monday!

PS - Kalab is obsessed with Ezra’s poop. I bet he writes more about poop tonight.

I went to pick up Ezra at daycare on Wednesday. While I was getting him ready to go, I was overhearing the two women working with the infants talking about getting their paychecks this week. They were debating the pros and cons of the various check-cashing places. Because neither of them has a bank account. They are willing to pay at least $15 every payday to get their checks cashed. This says to me, among the many possible explanations, they most likely either a) can’t manage their money well enough to meet minimum requirements to keep a bank account open, likely because of their massive drug/drinking habits; or b) they are criminals living under false identities and don’t have the right paperwork forged that would allow them to open up a bank account. Either way, do I want them looking after my son? Maybe not, but what can I do?

Well, just this morning I found out that Ezra got in off the wait-list at another daycare facility that is more conveniently located. And also a brighter, happier, possibly cleaner, maybe more stimulating place, staffed by people who hopefully have bank accounts. I would think this is a strong possibility, as with what this new daycare will be charging us, hopefully the staff are being extra well-paid.

Hopefully a new start on Monday will be OK with Ezra!

Ezra is 1/4 year old today!

He is way more fun now than he was as a newborn. If I had to do it all over again, I would give birth to a 3 month old.

I’ve been thinking that it’s not fair to make people go back to work so soon in a baby’s life. It’s really not fair that moms/dads who need to go back to work end up getting to spend 8 or 10 or 12 weeks at home with the crying, fussing, eating pooping machines that are newborns. Just when the baby gets to be fun, your leave time is up and if you can’t stay home, you have to take your fun little 3 month old to daycare for someone else to care for and enjoy, only to bring him home and find him so tired because he doesn’t nap well at daycare, that he falls asleep before 6pm. That’s totally not fair. Luckily for us, I guess, we only have to do this 2 times a week.

Tomorrow and Friday I get to spend all day at home with Ezra! Yay!

It felt weird leaving Ezra at daycare. More weird than I thought it would feel. Last week Ezra was left with Grandma O. That didn’t feel weird. And I didn’t think about it a lot during the day. Today, I can’t stop thinking of Ezra being in a room full of kids and being with some one who is not family. While daycare appears to be safe, organized and friendly, grandmothers are still better, less weird feeling.

Tomorrow should be Ezra’s first day of daycare, and I am feeling like it is my first day of school. I am nervous. I am wondering how the other kids will react. I am wondering if everyone will be nice. I am hoping there are no mean people. I am hoping that it is a safe place. I hoping not to arrive to too late or too early. I am hoping to get along with everyone there.  I am reminding my self to make sure we have everything needed for a day of daycare. I am wondering about the room. I am wondering and hoping Ezra is OK when at daycare.