This summer, BB started daycare. We are very fortunate to get a spot at this daycare because we had deferred three times before finally deciding that it was time for BB to start.
In fact, getting a spot at any daycare in Vancouver is difficult nowadays, not to mention expensive. People have to pretty much register their child as soon as they find out that they are pregnant because the waitlists are over a year long.
I might have mentioned this before, but I was reluctant about starting BB in daycare for a long time. I wanted to wait until BB was able to communicate verbally, but it turned out that she had a speech delay.
Then, I became even more afraid of her starting daycare. I feared that she wouldn't be able to tell anyone if she got hurt or perhaps even neglected because she doesn't talk.
However, holding her back from daycare was possibly doing more harm than good because she wouldn't be able to get socialized with other kids, which is likely what she needs to learn how to talk about.
We visited the daycare before accepting the spot and communicated all of our concerns. The teachers were very understanding.
As a matter of fact, I saw BB make an immediate connection with one of the teachers as she grabbed her by the hand and went brought her to the kitchen gesturing to the Cheerios -- making herself at home.
I completed BB's gradual entry to daycare and got to know the teachers pretty well. Their patience is amazing.
I understand firsthand how frustrating it can be when I don't know what BB wants and she is unable to tell me. I appreciate all the hard work and effort the teachers put in to get to know BB and learn her quirks.
