Mucous

Little Zoe,

On our first visit to daycare, I was surprised at how much nose drip all babies had, and was proud of how clean and dry you were. Well, it took one week for you to catch up. Now, you, like the rest of the babies, have mucous oozing down your nose. You got sick, passed it on to me, and recovered, until next time. Your nose was stuffy, you were coughing, and had mucous in your eyes even. They say it's normal when you are in daycare.

I don't like your daycare. I already complained twice. I hope they don't take it out on you. I complained about a teacher that lost it during lunch time, and dragged two kids on their knees, pushed a third one on the floor, and threw the food of another across the table, and it spilled. All in my presence. This was right before I started working. Yesterday I complained again, when I realized that they have not been giving you water to drink all day. Today when I picked you up, they pulled your cup out of the fridge, with water in it. Every time I pick you up, the teachers tell me that you had a great day, you slept for almost two hours, and that you ate everything. Sounds suspicious, as this contradicts with what I see when I visit. Today aunt Gaia visited you during lunch and she helped you finish your meal, because you were not eating fast enough. Yes, Aunt Gaia is here to see you. Yesterday she visited you during snack time, and said that every child received a banana piece, two centimeters long. The teacher must have seen the shock in her eyes, and gave you an extra piece. Poor babies. Poor Charlotte, with her terrible butt rash. She looked at me with terror in her eyes, asking for help. I didn't understand why. Then I saw her rash. Knowing it was changing time, she anticipated the pain, and sought rescue. How she was fighting and crying with pain, while the teacher was rough-handling her. I was so tempted to offer to change her myself. Instead, I put your shoes on, and left the place as fast as I could.

Baby pick-up time at the daycare is magical. Parents rush in after a long day's work, glowing with smiles, eager to claim and hold their babies. Other babies watch the reunion with no trace of smile, waiting for their own parents. Some cry. September 5 is a holiday. We will have three days, all for ourselves.

Kiss,
Mommy.