‘Please don’t cry darling,’ I plead to Noah, my heart breaking at his sobs of ‘Stay at home Mummy, stay here!’ I can’t stand it. For the last three weeks every Monday night I get that feeling of dread as I start preparing him with the knowledge that he will be going to nursery Tuesday afternoon.
Up until the moment we go, he is absolutely fine. Not one single sign of a worry and then the coat goes on! I manage to get him into the car and he is silent all the way there and then sobs as soon as we get out!
Now the nursery is absolutely lovely. I say nursery, it is actually a pre school. The staff are friendly and helpful, the rest of the children there look happy and contented and when I go to pick BBup, he is full of what he has done that afternoon. In fact this week when I went to pick BBup he was fast asleep on the floor and clearly took the game of sleeping Lions literally!
BBhas gone to a Nursery since he was nine months old so he is used to it, but he went to a different one in the town where both my husband and I worked at the time, for ease. Since I have stopped working, BBdropped nursery to one day a week because that was all we could manage, but he loved it and we didn’t want to take him away from that. We also felt that attending nursery offered him the opportunity to learn skills that I might not be able to provide so easily with baby twins at home.
When the opportunity of attending this nursery in the local village came up we jumped at the chance. Especially as it is the feeder pre-school to the primary school he will attend. I thought it would help him make friends and make that transition easier.
I have never seen him so upset each week and I am truly hoping it is because it has only been three weeks on one afternoon and he needs to get used to it. Plus he has been with me all morning so maybe it is harder to leave. The nursery staff say that as soon as I leave he stops crying and settles quickly to play, but I feel so cruel leaving him. I wonder constantly if I am doing the right thing.
We have always called nursery ‘school’ to Noah, I don’t know why, and so this nursery, being different was called ‘new school.’ Every time I mentioned this he got upset. This week I distracted him by saying ‘lets look for the blue house!’ on the way which is the colour of the nursery building. On the way home he said completely out the blue ‘Mummy, I like the blue house!’ So I have decided to change the name and see if this helps. Maybe if he associates the blue house with fun, we might see some improvement in how he approaches it.
The staff do not seem to think it is an issue and one of them said she had dropped her six year old to school that morning who was in tears for not wanting to go, so maybe it is just something they all do. I hope it is just an adjustment phase and not that I am sending him somewhere he hates. It really is causing me anxiety. Both BBand I are suffering from the Nursery blues.