I'm a nursery nurse and work with babies. I love them too but be warned it's not just cuddling and playing with babies all day.
It's dealing with 5 crying babies at once, squeezing in written observations, cleaning and planning of activities before the babies start to wake up after their lunch nap, growing an extra pair of hands to make sure Sally gets her 5oz cows milk bottle, Jane gets her 7oz dairy free bottle and Oliver gets his 4oz breast milk bottle all at 10am, don't mix them up!
Each month 3 lots of different artwork must be made with each baby then you have to pull time out of your arse to take the old artwork down and put the new artwork up on the display boards, all while holding Tilly on your hip because she's a high needs baby and screams if you leave the room.
Shadowing Jack because he's turned into Jaws and bitten other children 4 times in the last week while simultaneously nursing a calpol-filled Lily who's teething and loaded with the cold and a bit grizzly.
Getting poo on your t-shirt because while you were changing Joshua's nappy for the 3rd time, he's had a live action poo-explosion right there and then. See also, Riley projectile vomiting over you when she's developing a tummy bug and needs cuddles and also Alfie having a sneezing fit, catapluting a lovely snot-rocket straight into your eyeball.
If you can do all this with a smile then roll your sleeves up and crack on 