Disclaimer - this is going to be a long one, I need to get it off my chest, so feel free to skip on I won't be offended.
Am starting my first full week back at work today (4 days a week), the last 2 weeks have done mornings only whilst F has her settling in days at nursery - hah, what a bloody disaster it's been!
I ended up changing from the first (Surestart centre) nursery a week before I was due to go back to work, we'd done several "stay and play" sessions but even with me there she was a mess of snot and tears. She has such bad separation anxiety and is so wary of strangers, none of the staff could get anywhere near her, without her screaming the place down. I left her twice and both times they had phoned me within the hour to come and get her, to be honest, this didn't really inspire me with a huge amount of confidence that they were used to dealing with "high need" children.
Oh, how I wish she was a docile, placid, gurning baby who is happy to be bounced on your knee, distracted with a Fireman Sam figure and persuaded that "mummy will be back soon", but she just isn't, she's intense, stubborn, highly sensitive (to everything!), inquisitive, anxious and bloody hard work (enough to put me off ever having another one), I did all of my KIT days and loved the break from her (feel a bit bad for saying that but I do love my job as well).
Ended up ringing around childminders (though I really didn't want a childminder for several reasons) to see if anyone could take her as I thought she might just benefit from one to one care in a home environment, of course she would still need to build a bond with the person, but no one had availability until September. One of them did recommend a very small, private, family run nursery, and fortunately they had availability for the days I needed. I took it as a sign and visited with DH (who of course was furious that "all of this hasn't been sorted yet, you're going back to work next week!", he just didn't understand why she couldn't settle at the first nursery, then he calmed down and agreed we had to do what was best for F not what was most convenient for us!)
Work agreed for me to delay my return by a week (just as well as we were all struck down with a hideous S & D bug that week) so I could do some stay and plays at the new nursery which went reasonably OK, lots of crying during first session when I couldn't move more than 2 feet away from her, then gradually less over the week as she got famililar with the room and the people.
New nursery is fab - they really understand her, yes she cries when I drop her off (heartbreaking for me, but I do that super enthusiastic "Mummy loves you, have a lovely day, see you later, have lots of fun, kiss kiss", then go and sob in the car) but after 5 morning sessions without me she is now eating her breakfast, snacks and lunch there (the first day she refused to eat or drink anything and she loves her food), and they have got her to sleep every day at lunch time (she would normally nap at 9am but that's when I drop her off so there's not a cat in hell's chance that she'll sleep then.)
Have recently read The Fussy Baby by Dr Sears - wow, it was like turning a light on, he describes F to a t, I nearly wept. I know all babies are "high need" to a certain extent, but having made lots of new mummy friends with babies the same age as F, it is clear to me (and them!) that she is different. I'm hoping "different" in the sense that she is going to be hugely intelligent, and not in the sense that I might be cultivating a serial killer!
She had her first birthday a couple of weeks ago, and I couldn't believe a year had gone so quickly and dragged all at the same time. I was so looking forward to being a mum, I just didn't expect the baby I got, but I feel we've turned a corner now and we're both a lot happier for it. If I only had one word to describe the last year, it would be "RELENTLESS", I wish it could have been "magical", "exhilarating" or "fulfilling", but for me it hasn't been that, maybe I'm just not good with the baby stage, but I've found it hugely difficult, been reduced to tears on many days and felt very close to walking away from it all on several occasions, but when push came to shove, F needed me and not one person in this world loves her as much as I do.
I think this is what I find so difficult to reconcile - I love and hate being a mum, and wish I could find a middle ground where I could just muddle along thinking "this is OK, I can do this". A very good friend is having her 3rd baby in a couple of months, and I think to myself "how are you doing that?" I am genuinely in awe of anyone that can manage more than one child (physically and mentally). Does this mean I am a crap mum or that my baby is particularly difficult? I suspect (for me at least) the answer lies somewhere in the middle! Perhaps now I'm back at work I'll be able to rebalance myself a bit and be kinder to myself (am perfectionist and control freak personified) and just having time away from F gives me a chance to regain a bit of "me" which I lost somewhere along the way.
If you read any of that, well done! Love to all you wonderful ladies.