Daycare Drama

Y'all, this week has been legit one of the worst EVER.

I haven't talked in detail about daycare on here, but it's about to get real. First, the daycare Baby J attends is within the church I grew up attending. A church I loved and still love. It holds many precious memories for me. It is the place I accepted God. So, obviously when we needed a daycare and we could be at the top of the waiting list I jumped.

Ten weeks after Baby J was born, I headed to work and he headed to daycare. I never had a second thought about daycare, which let's just refer to as SM. So, SM is known as one of the best daycares in town. Really, it doesn't get much better. And? For the past four months I've been living in daycare bliss.

This week, that bliss came to a very emotional end.

Tuesday, I arrived at daycare {like usual} and J's teachers informed me he wasn't wanting his morning bottle. This was a little odd to me, considering he sucks down every bottle I give him. But? I get it, babies change, schedules change, especially since we've hit the 6 month mark. So? I told them just to offer it to him and if the formula went to waste then it went to waste. The world wouldn't end and at least I'd know my baby had gotten something.

Jump to Tuesday afternoon. When I picked him up they informed me J just really wasn't wanting his bottles. You say what? My son? No way, jose. That's what I say. But like we just covered, schedules change so maybe we are just changing our routine. Fine. I reconfirmed for them to offer him the bottles and everything was all good. That is until I got home ten minutes later and had a baby who was SCREAMING his head off out of starvation. I offered him a bottle and he scarfed it down screaming at me if I took it out of his mouth.

WHOA! My little guy was hungrier than I'd ever seen him. Poor little thing is going through some changes.

Are you still with me? Please stick with me because I'm going to need some mommy opinions!

Wednesday, I get to daycare. Again just told them to offer him the bottles and toss out what he didn't eat but to really try to get him to have at least 6 ounces. When afternoon comes and I pick up the baby they say nothing regarding bottles so I assume everything is fine and dandy. Only to get home to yet another night of a STARVING baby. WTF!?

Baby J drank 7 ounces and then a freaking one-year-olds serving of rice cereal.

This brings us to Thursday morning at daycare. I ask about his Wednesday bottles and they then tell me he didn't really want any of them {yet for some reason on my take-home sheet it said he ate all of his bottles}. I try to explain that I know he plays with his bottles and yes he already seems a little A.D.D. but what baby isn't? You've still got to feed my kid!! Apparently Baby J had taken too long on his bottle and they had to move on. I then qualified that "too long" was apparently only 15 minutes. I'm sorry but it takes J 30 minutes to have a bottle. But at 15 minutes, they said, too bad so sad, no more bottle for J. EFF!

Why hadn't they told me any of this??

I left daycare that morning, went to my car and cried. During my lunch break I went to check on him. I attempted to be calm in explaining to them that my child was starving when he got home and something wasn't going right during his days at daycare right now. And? One of the teachers had the audacity to tell me she knows my son better than me. Forget anything else they said because I had lost my cool. This momma was raising hell I didn't care if the two-year-olds were in the next room napping.

Once again, I attempted to explain what I thought needed to be done to help Baby J not be so miserable. But they just weren't listening to me. It was as if they were God and I was no one. They knew what was right for my child and I knew nothing. I stormed out of the room in tears. Sat outside the daycare and bawled my eyes out for a good 30 minutes. I wanted nothing more than to go in, grab J and never go back to daycare. We'd spend our days together cuddling and reading, but unfortunately that can't be my reality right now. So I had to leave him there and just let the tears flow.

That night I had a meeting with the interim Director at SM. She is someone I have known since I was a little girl. And she was very understanding. She even said she would personally go give J his bottles every day. I felt comforted. But a little thing inside of me was still fuming.

Are you still with me? Please say yes. We're almost done, I promise.

Today, I took J in late because of our pedi appointment. So when we got there all the babies were asleep. I thought it was perfect timing to explain what I decided was the best idea for getting J to eat and be happy again. And? The two teachers barely acknowledged I was in the room. They said maybe one word to me and honestly? I wasn't sure if they even heard how I wanted his feeding schedule to go.

Furious, I headed out of the room straight for the Director's office. I explained how rudely I had just been treated and that I'd appreciate if she would relay to them how he should be fed since they apparently can't see me standing in front of their freaking faces.

And now, I'm  left fuming at the thought of taking J to daycare and having to see those two teachers whom up until yesterday I respected and adored.

I know I just rambled on forever, but you working moms with little babes in daycare must understand my woes. I'm now worried he won't be adequately taken care of because I have managed to piss off his teachers. I feel uncomfortable leaving him in that room with them. And what's even worse is it's all I can think about all day at work. No mom needs that.

For those of you who made it to the end of this post please, help me out.

Moms, if you've been through this please comment. I would love to hear any daycare story you have. If you don't want to comment email me{ }. 

Thanks for letting me vent, y'all. Love you all to pieces.