Oliver started nursery this week. It’s been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster, mainly for me, but also for him too. The first week of nursery is always the hardest, I imagine. As a stay-at-home-mum I’ve spent almost every day of the last 3 years with Oliver, and the 9 months before that growing him in my belly. Looking for a nursery in itself was difficult for me, but Oliver had reached the point where he really wanted to go and I know he needed more interaction than I could offer him while still doing everything I needed to do. We found a really lovely Montessori nursery that is a stones throw from my in-laws house which really helped sway the decision, Oliver loves that he is so close to them.
During the run up to his first day we talked about it a lot – he’d had a trial before Christmas and had made friends with a lovely little boy called James, so we spoke about him a lot and how much fun he would have with his new friend. That definitely helped.
The first day at nursery
Oliver was a little anxious but we managed to get him slightly excited. He wanted us to stay, but there weren’t any tears. He just clinged to us, until James came over and took him by the hand and off they went. We got a phone call at 11.15 asking us to collect him, just 30 minutes before we were due to leave to collect him.
The second day at nursery
We had got the school jumper so Oliver was really excited to wear it. R decided that he ought to take him by himself instead of both of us, to make it more normal for him. He wanted Daddy to stay but in the end he went off to play and R slipped out of the room and was walking through the door before I’d even managed to get in the shower. We didn’t get any calls, but when we picked him up they said that he had got a bit upset but that he was fine once he was reassured.
The third day at nursery
This was my day to do drop off by myself, which was obviously the day that Oliver burst in to tears as soon as he got in to the room. He said he wanted to go home and he didn’t want to stay. He clung to me and sobbed. So clearly I sobbed too. In front of a room full of kids. Eventually I calmed him down, I told him the teachers might take him to the park, that it was his little friend James’ birthday so he should go and say happy birthday to him and give him a cuddle. It seemed to work, and by the time the teacher came back with a box of trains to help cheer him up he had toddled off to join in with singing happy birthday to James. Again, no phone call.
The fourth day at nursery
The last day of the week – Oliver was taken to nursery by R again. Oliver had a cuddle with one of the teachers who took him to the playroom to help him settle. Upon pick-up they told us that he still cried, but he settled much quicker and was much more involved with the activities, so he is definitely settling in and getting used to the environment.
I’m sure it won’t be long until he runs in and happily waves me off, but I’m also sure that Thursday was not the last time that I end up crying in the car as I leave him to get on with his day. But, this is a Mother Milestone too…
Have your little ones started nursery? How did you all handle it? If not, how are you feeling about it?
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