In the beginning, I worked and DD1 age 12 months went to nursery. It was not because I had to work - we could have managed on one wage. Things would have been very tight but we would have got by. I was not the main wage earner and was probably on something like the minimum wage. But I wanted to be able to buy extras - to go on family days out and buy her nice toys. She really was my PFB.
I was convinced that DD1 would be advantaged by going to nursery - that she would learn social skills beyond her years, that she would be confident and be able to communicate better than a child who spent most of the day at home with mum, that should would learn to talk at an earlier age, that she would be able to swim like a fish in the pool at the nursery, that she would have a head start when starting school etc etc etc
The reality was nothing like. My wages just about covered nursery fees. I didn't drive so my 8am start at work meant mornings were very, very early and involved a forty minute walk in the buggy to nursery - in Mid December in minus God knows what temperature getting there was not nice for either us.
But the worse thing of all … in the 18 months she was there she was constantly ill. Any bug going round at nursery - she would catch.
It was either being sent home with runny poo or she had a cold or a temperature. She also suffered recurrent tonsillitis which never really went away and eventually at the age of 6 had her tonsils removed. She missed a lot of school so any benefit from the early start at nursery was gone.
All that time my poor, poor baby spent alone at nursery
I still feel guilty for putting her through that. I had no reason to put her in nursery apart from my own misguided ambitions for her. I genuinely thought that nursery was some magical place where she would thrive. She didn't, and that guilt will stay with me forever. I can't bear to look at old photos because I see now just how poorly she was. I would say that if you don't have to put your baby in a nursery then you should not do it.
After DD2 was born, we managed childcare between us. DH worked nights, I worked mornings and my mum and DH's dad filled in the gaps.
I totally gave up work after DD3 was born. It was the best and most fulfilling time of my life and I still wonder to this day - what the hell was I thinking making our lives massively more complicated then they needed to be. If I had my time again I'd be a SAHM from day one.