This is my new motto folks. It will get done. It will get done.
I’m just gonna say it to myself over and over, until I slowly start to believe it…and viola…it will happen. It will get done!
Right?
Friends told us to start looking for daycares early, as I plan to return to work after 3 months with sweet baby Rose. So this past Friday I scheduled a daycare tour for the boy and I.
It was our Fridays off, but, none-the-less, we made it to our 8:30 AM appointment with iced mochas in-hand. I decided it was perfectly fine to take this tour with our Starbucks since we were potentially paying this place plenty of money.
I was SO proud of us. On time and caffeinated. Clearly, great parents to-be.
Unfortunately, before we could even exchange names with the head daycare lady, she said, “I hate to tell you this, but we are full for next school year. I believe Maria had told you that when you called as well.”
No. Maria had NOT told me that when I called.
Otherwise, I would’ve certianly chose sleep over being at this place, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
Also…full? Was she sure?
It is January. I don’t need daycare until August! I’m five and half months pregnant for crying out loud!
Daycare lady continued,”but I’m happy to take you on the tour anyway!” Thus we followed her around. Let me tell you, this was a bit of a traumatic experience. Daycares are REALLY loud and next time, I’ll bring ear plugs.
When we finally got to the infant room, for the class which baby Rose cannot get into, the teacher, who I think was trying to make small talk, asked us who our pediatrician was.
Pediatrician??
Crap.
Ten minutes prior, I was giving myself mental high fives and now, I’m realizing baby Rose is without child care or a doctor!
Then, I realized my eyes were burning. I was becoming teary at the thought of leaving baby Rose! Not that I could leave him or her at this particular one. But the idea of leaving baby Rose in general was making me really sad.
It was this moment that I realized, I have no choice but to I accept my fate as that mom. The one who cries and snots at every dang thing. The ladies that I deem as crazy. Thats gonna be me, heck, its almost already me!
I fought tears, and thanked the staff as we concluded our tour. We put on names on the list. We are number 3, and the class only holds ten to begin with.
It will get done. I chanted in my head as I sat in the car, it will get done.
I called a second daycare.
They are full until December 2017.
I felt, and still feel pretty defeated.
I gave up on daycare missions for the day, as we had a million other things on our to-do list. We also still have to finish project nursery, tour hospitals, take a birthing/breastfeeding/newborn care class. And I have ambitions of organizing the whole house pre-baby and make as many freezer meals as possible.
It will get done. It will get done.
I’m just gonna keep chanting it.
And praying for a good childcare option.
And pediatrician.
The good news is, I’m feeling good overall. Per the doctor, baby Rose is doing well, too. I feel like I’ve gained SO much weight, but the doctor says I’m on track to gain her recommendation, which is between 25-35 lbs. She expects me to gain on the higher side of that range because I’m so “tiny.” Nothing feels very tiny right now. The boy swears my tummy grows bigger throughout each day. I think he’s right.
Then, today at church our pastor shared this verse with us:
“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a rest. Walk with me and work with me-watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythm of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”
Matthew 11:28 from The Message.
How timely is God’s word? Even this version, which I rarely read, is what I needed to hear today. I’m not saying it took away all my stress, because the to-do list remains. But it felt a little like Jesus trying to whisper in my ear, “It will get done. It will get done.“
Amanda says
Find someone to watch the baby at your house or an at home day care. It was less stressful for me this way. Also, it will all work out. Nicole didn’t have a nursery till she was three months old / we didn’t really need at anyway!
thegingerlifeblog@gmail.com says
Thanks Amanda! I actually had several people suggest nannies so I’m looking into that option 🙂