Putting her in day care was the best thing I ever did for my daughter! I was actually a SAHM for 11 months after she was born because of a temporary re-location. I could not wait to return home and go back to work. I love my daughter to death and wouldn't trade her for anything in the world but the daily grind of diapers, feeding, napping, shopping, housework, laundry, etc just got mind numbing. I felt like I had about an hour a day of "me" time and that was after she went to bed at night. Other than that, it was all about her which is probably the right way for it to be with an infant. But she was never around other children because we did not know anyone in Atlanta.
When I got a good job offer in New Hampshire, I contacted my DH and told him I was going home two months ahead of him. He was quite surprised that I was really going through with the threat to return to work. But it was a six month contract job covering for a maternity leave at my old employer so I promised him that if any of us was miserable I would quit at the end of the three months and stay home.
She absolutely thrived at day care. She learned social skills, she had lots of creative things to do. Every day there was a listing of "her day" in her notebook - good and bad. We worked together with the daycare on some socialization issues - she had a tendency to be aggressive to the other kids around the age of 2. She went to kindergarten at the same day care center and didn't have to change until first grade. They had two awesome outside playgrounds and the kids were expected to play outside. The daycare was expensive but very well worth it. I shopped around quite a few looking for NAEYC certification among other things.
She's 19 now and still talks very fondly about her daycare. She remembers her teachers and some of the kids even. If I had kept her home with me, she would have turned out quite different I think. She is very outgoing and social and I credit the day care with that.
To help make up for the loss of time with her, I chose daycare that was near where i worked, not where we lived. So we had commuting time together. When she was really little it was mosly singing and books on tape. But as she got older she and I had some great car conversations. We put her in private school and she commuted with me until the end of sixth grade. We did homework in the car but also had extensive conversations on other things like smoking, drugs, content of books she was reading, etc.
When I got a good job offer in New Hampshire, I contacted my DH and told him I was going home two months ahead of him. He was quite surprised that I was really going through with the threat to return to work. But it was a six month contract job covering for a maternity leave at my old employer so I promised him that if any of us was miserable I would quit at the end of the three months and stay home.
She absolutely thrived at day care. She learned social skills, she had lots of creative things to do. Every day there was a listing of "her day" in her notebook - good and bad. We worked together with the daycare on some socialization issues - she had a tendency to be aggressive to the other kids around the age of 2. She went to kindergarten at the same day care center and didn't have to change until first grade. They had two awesome outside playgrounds and the kids were expected to play outside. The daycare was expensive but very well worth it. I shopped around quite a few looking for NAEYC certification among other things.
She's 19 now and still talks very fondly about her daycare. She remembers her teachers and some of the kids even. If I had kept her home with me, she would have turned out quite different I think. She is very outgoing and social and I credit the day care with that.
To help make up for the loss of time with her, I chose daycare that was near where i worked, not where we lived. So we had commuting time together. When she was really little it was mosly singing and books on tape. But as she got older she and I had some great car conversations. We put her in private school and she commuted with me until the end of sixth grade. We did homework in the car but also had extensive conversations on other things like smoking, drugs, content of books she was reading, etc.



