On Monday, Miss F went to daycare for the first time. I went off to school and took care of other people's kids. Honestly, I had a rather good time. But after school, I still had to go to my night job. They graciously allowed me to take a month off, but I agreed to work the first week so that they could find someone to take my place. Until that point, I was the only math tutor.
So I didn't see Miss F at all. At 3 am, she cried, and I jumped right out of bed to cuddle her. Not my normal parenting style, but I missed my baby. She missed BOTH naps at daycare, so I knew she was tired. Ten minutes later, I put her back to bed.
Tuesday morning, I woke her up just in time for breakfast before daycare. I opened her diaper to find horrendous diaper rash: three bleeding wounds. No wonder she woke up! I would have changed her if I knew. I would have known if I had taken care of her, or at least gotten her from daycare.
I took her to daycare anyway, but immediately called my mom. She was off for the day, and neither *B* nor I could pick her up because I worked at night still and he was in school. I had her get Miss F early so that she could treat the wounds.
I got home at 7:30, after Miss F's bedtime. We do this all again today, and I'll be gone after her bedtime yet again. The first day I'll get to see my baby for longer than half an hour is tomorrow night. After these three days, the rest of my time working will be a piece of cake.