Well, the day is not over in the BY Universe. Oh NO!!
I forgot to mention that after the OB appointment, we were scheduled to visit a daycare. So after revitalizing ourselves with some Java, we move forth.
Back to the GC Hybrid!!! Woosh!!! We're off again, moving at green speeds!!!!
We pass the hospital, and turn down the next street. Definitely a plus: so close to our work. And look! it's right next to my office. Hmmm I see that the GC has slyly planned this one. As she sheds her duties as the GC, it looks as if I will become the Driver!!!
As we drive down the road, we see a lady pushing a wagon... sort of looked like a grocery cart made of wood. It had 3 rows, with 2 kids in each row. They were piddling down the sidewalk. Now that's a Golf Cart!!! We were getting close.
We pull into the parking lot and get out. Looks nice from the outside. We go up to the door. Locked. We have to be let in. Nice security. Mikey likey.
We are let in by the head lady, I forgot her name (go figure!). She says that she'll tour us but she has to pee. Hmmm.... Is she preggos too? I've heard it's going around! So we're standing in the foyer, looking around. The walls are decorated in kids drawings. Supposedly of their teachers. Hmmm.... I don't think even Dali could see a teacher in some of these works. But we are musing silently amongst the pics. I am thinking to myself: Damn, we're going to have something that does this?!?!?! I look over at the GC. Her face tells me she's thinking the same thing.
The lady's back... "Let me show you the nursery." She starts yammering about stuff. Really nice place. They have a nursing room. Yum! Cubby holes for car seats! Seems logical. Then we're in the nursery! Wow! Two large open rooms separated by a central changing/cleaning area. One sides is Rm 1 and other is Rm 2. It was so quiet. Was anybody home? The GC and I see the cribs, lining the walls, 8 in each room. Two "teachers" per room. We peak in on the babies. Awww.... So quiet.
Then the lady starts off yammering again about a whole bunch of stuff. Feeding schedules... sleeping schedules... sign in... sign out... Uh oh... My head is starting to spin. There is even a daily report card that we fill out, saying if the BY had a good night, bad night... yada yada yada. Damn, I thought you just drop off the kid and go about your business! They even have lesson plans! Seriously!!! I mean, come on! What is a 6 week old's lesson? Oh, I've got one: How not to crap on Daddy while changing your diaper? Nope not on the list. How about "sleeping through the night"? Nope, not there either.... Humpf. Anyway, this BY is going to be a genius! No need for athleticism anymore!
Then the shear gravity of everything hit me. Feeding, sleeping, diapers, crapping, peeing, sleeping... So much responsibility! Whew! I looked over at the GC. Her face told me she was thinking the exact same thing. We were mute.
I think the lady was still yammering on about the different rooms. Moving up from one level to the next as the baby ages/progresses. Sounded awesome, if we weren't so freaked right about now.
Then we move back into the foyer. At this time a gaggle of 3-5 year olds were drudging back from the pool. All chirping and yammering repeatedly about how they jumped off the blocks! Oh, god! We're going to have one of those! Except I saw a 4 year old with a bikini on. Hell no!!! Not for the BY!!! One piece all the way! Skirt too. Old school bathing. Maybe even some leggings to boot! I have to quell the urge to show skin at an early age.
The other sobering thing from our visit was the fact that we 23rd or so on the wait list. But this place was great. So close and affordable, with what appears to be great stuff.
I am just hoping they develop the "Don't Pee on Daddy" lesson plan before we arrive.
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