Next week marks the milestone of Hector starting nursery for the first time and I’ve got a serious case of the mummy wobbles. In fact if I’m being totally honest I’ve actually been putting off writing this post for a while now because somehow getting it down on paper makes it all that little bit more real.

I’m aware that I’ve had it pretty damn good on the childcare front since I started back to work last year. My mum has selflessly sacrificed two and a half days of her week to look after Hector and Ste steps in for another half a day to allow me to write for all three blogs on a weekly basis amongst other things. It’s saved me a whole heap of money but more importantly I knew that Hector was with the people who love him most. Plus I could always pop downstairs at a moment’s notice and have a quick cuddle whenever he or I wanted one. But this arrangement can’t continue, at least not in its current form and with the need to increase the hours in my working week and my desire to give my mum her life back I made the decision to start looking at nurseries late last year.

Time flies doesn’t it when you least want it to. Suddenly it’s the end of February and the forms are all filled in and he’s enrolled and ready to go and I want to cry my heart out. And actually I have done…on more than one occasion.

I know as I write this that I’m being completely and utterly daft.

If I put my rational hat on then I know that he’ll be absolutely fine; the nursery has fantastic facilities and the staff are all really lovely and super kind and give lots of cuddles to boot. Plus one of my best friends has a little boy who attends the same nursery and the pair of them play together frequently so it’s not like he won’t know anyone at all. And I know there’s a whole heap of studies which say it’s great for them to socialise with other children and that they’ll learn tonnes from such intense interaction at this age.

But…

And it’s a big ‘BUT’. An emotionally charged mummy ‘but’. I can’t help but feel that I’m letting him down. I feel so incredibly guilty that it makes me catch my breath, grit my teeth and gives me uneasy butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

So far we’ve had a series of hourly ‘stay and play’ sessions where we both pop along to his nursery, meet his ‘teachers’ and get that little bit more familiar with the room he’ll be playing in whilst I’m gone. He’s been tentative; he’s a shy character anyway and naturally cautious and whilst we’re at it a total mummy’s boy. But we’ve got through it and he’s even ventured off on his own and explored the room whilst I sit back and talk to other mums going through the same thing. So far, so good.

And then for the last two Mondays I’ve left him…just for a little while and no more than an hour at a time whilst I sit upstairs in the staff room. He’s sobbed the whole time I’ve been gone (I’ve heard him) and I feel as if my heart is breaking in two. How do you explain to a 16 month old that it’s just for a little while and that mummy will always come back. You can’t. I imagine that he feels abandoned, alone and completely bewildered. I feel like the sh*ttiest person in the world.

And next week it’s only going to feel worse. It probably doesn’t help that I’ve been reading this book by Steve Biddulph which suggests that boys should be looked after by close family members rather than childcare specialists until the age of three because of the potential emotional repercussions. If I didn’t feel horrendous already then I feel exponentially worse now. Potentially by sending Hector to nursery I could be emotionally harming my child….

I’m also conscious that he won’t be small forever and that I’ll never be able to get this precious time back. I’m incredibly lucky that I work for a company that allows me to be so flexible with my working arrangements – as it stands and going forward there’ll be a decent proportion of the day where I’ll be able to still spend time with him. But, I can’t help asking myself whether the financial gain will really be worth it? Are the extra hours in nursery and thus the consequential financial flexibility worth his babyhood? I can’t quite bring myself to stomach the answer.

I know I’m not the only mum to feel this way. I’m not the first and I certainly won’t be the last mum to experience these kind of emotions so please don’t think I’m trying to lay claim to the ‘Guiltiest Mum’ crown. I suppose I’m sharing my experiences here so that I can hear what you have to say, to listen to your own experiences, to see how you got through the nursery pain barrier and what methods you used to help both you and your baby adjust.

I’d love to hear what you have to say below….

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