Regression

It didn't go well yesterday nor last night. When I picked Gusi up from preschool his eyes were swollen and red: he had been crying most of the morning and his voice was hoarse from all the crying. He didn't want to participate in anything, just be held by his teachers all morning long. My heart broke as they brought him out to me, though he lit up upon seeing me.

Nap time was difficult yesterday as was bed time. He woke up once during his nap and only went back to sleep after I crawled in bed with him (no easy task in his twin bed and my huge belly). Then last night he woke up three times, and at the 5am waking, he wanted to get into bed with me in my room, but he refused to sleep. I am exhausted from all of this.

This morning we went to drop off my mom at work, headed over to a coffee shop so I could get a chai latte (with soy, yum) to have a bit of caffeine in my system (but not too much) and headed over to the park. As is usual at most playgrounds, the kids were accompanied by their nannies, the majority of which were Latina. When they heard me speaking to Gusi in Spanish they struck up a conversation.

Nanny #1: How old is he?
Me: He's two.
Nanny #2: How cute. How long have you been taking care of him?
Me: Since the day he was born; he's mine.
Nanny #1: Really? Wow, because he just looks so white, I thought he was just really smart in picking up Spanish from his nanny.
Me: No, he's mine. He's Latino as well as white. We come in lots of colors, right?
Nanny #2: We sure do.
Me: Actually, Gusi speaks Spanish as his first language and then French. It's English that he is trying to pick up.
Nanny #1: Oh, he'll get it, they all do, especially if he's in school.
Me: Yeah, well, he's in school, but he's just started so he's having a hard time.
Nanny #1: It will get better. I just started leaving my two-year-old son in preschool too and he's going through a rough time as well, but I have to work. It breaks my heart to drop him off so early in order to be here to take care of the twins. Imagine, leaving your own child to take care of a stranger's.
Me: No, I can't imagine what you're going through, not at all. (I am a lucky woman after all.)

He's napping right now. I hope he naps well. I want to do what I can to get him over this hump. But just how many humps does this camel have?