November 13, 2011
There's been some progress on the childcare front. We've managed to get Ollie into a local community childcare centre that we all (that's all of us) love. It's walking distance from our home and the local train station, the staff are kind and cheery, the centre directors are happy, proactive people that want to do the best they can for the centre and for the families that go there and the centre itself has very lovely open gardens and play spaces. Sounds too good to be true, right?
It is, a little. We've only got Ollie in there for now, and for 1 day a week. We still have no place for Max and we need 3 days for each of them. The centre directors are doing what they can to get us the care we need as soon as possible but it's looking unlikely that we'll get both boys in until late March 2012.
So, some of the stress is abated, but we need to work out what we are doing after Christmas until March, assuming both boys will have places by then. At least we are in somewhere.
Oh, and we had to start straight away to get in (we've been on the waiting list for over three years there), so Ollie had his first day there last week. He had a great day. He played, didn't cry when we left, slept when he was supposed to and ate most of his lunch. In fact, when we both arrived to take him home, he wasn't too happy at the thought of leaving. This week he was a little more cautious, his carers told me he asked to go home a few times, but he still had a good day. I'm a little nervous for him tomorrow, he's back there, all on his own, the little guy, no friends yet, unfamiliar faces, toys he's yet to discover...
And Max? Dear little Max, he had his first ever day in the whole of his life without his mum or brother when he went to Sue's on his own. After being a little lost initially, he soon found his stride, and he too had a good day.
As I write this, my little boys are sleeping. I am so proud of them, their tenacity, their stubbornness, their sweet natures and their ability to stand their ground even when everything and everyone is working against them. And of course, their willingness to try new things. It wasn't long ago that I would have doubted Ollie's ability to just walk into a new childcare centre and fit in. But he did it and seemed to take it in his stride. It might not always be smooth going, and I know this period of transition has yet to take its toll on him and our family, but we've started a journey we had to take.