This morning after my sweet newborn finished her 6 a.m. feeding, I thought to put her back in her crib, but the weight of the day hit me, and I opted to keep her on my chest where I could cuddle her until it would be time to go. This would be the last cuddle before we had to get ready for the day that’s been looming over my head since the moment she was born. Today is the day I go back to work and my sweet baby spends her first full day at daycare.
I knew it would be hard, but I assumed I would get through today like a champ. I prepared for it by dropping her off weeks in advance for an hour here or there so she would know her surroundings. Turns out she isn’t the one who needed the practice. It was me.
I took more photos of her than I ever do before I put her in her car seat. I was doing pretty good so far and baby was smiling more than ever. I got in the car, turned on some music, and the wrong song came on. Or maybe it was the right song. Tears flooded my eyes and I blinked wide-eyed with my face in the AC to keep myself together. Drop off I fared no better. I kept my sunglasses on and the second we got in the infant room, I couldn’t get a word out. Just tears and thank God the daycare was full of sweet and understanding moms who quickly explained that they did the same thing when this day came for them.
I quickly left, as I knew if I stayed it would just make it harder. Today is the first day my two worlds collide. It’s the first of many goodbyes parents experience and it all starts with this one drop off. Now I have to figure out how to take the person I was before this beautiful baby entered my life and meld her in with who I am now.
While I made it through today just fine and my baby made it through like an angel (apparently she slept most the time and was content the rest), this is the start of a whole new version of me. I don’t know how that looks yet, but I do know my daughter deserves for this new version to be the best version yet.
Last week Hoda Kotb returned to the Today show following her own summer maternity leave. She came back beaming. Maria Shriver asked her how she felt and she responded with how many parents would respond after returning from leave. She described feeling emotional, hormonal, and all of the things I am pretty sure I’ve called myself at some point today, whilst fighting back tears. Maria was quick to correct her. She said, “No. You’re moved.”
What a beautiful thing to say to a mother on her first day back. So if you ask me today how I am feeling, I’m fortunate to be feeling deeply moved. Fortunate to be moved by the love I have for my little girl, and the family we created this summer. What things will look like haven’t shaped up quite yet, but we all made it through today, and what a beautiful, moving day it truly was.