Day 3

On his third day at daycare, Oli didn't cry much, ate, drank his milk and had a nap. He spent almost all day there (8:30 to 3:30) and is apparently doing great. I have a feeling that maybe it's not going exactly as well as they say, but well enough, and they trust the process enough not to scare a first time home.
I stole a look on my way to pick him up. They were in the garden, didn't know I was there. It was strange and lovely to see him there, in someone's else arms, someone he basically just met and yet trusted enough to relax with her. I liked what I saw, it reassured me. But it broke my heart a bit too, to see him have this whole life without me so soon.