This past Sunday was the first time Penelope went to Nursery. I honestly didn't think we would have any problems. She is a champ when it comes to going to the gym day care, three days a week. My plan was to walk her in and not look back. I had imagined myself enjoying Relief Society and finally being able to fully listen to a lesson. I made sure she was settled in and quickly whisked myself away.
I peeked through the peep hole a time or two, to makes sure she was handling the new transition okay. From what I could see, she was having a good time. I was so relieved. Just as I was about to check putting P into nursery off the list, I heard a scream and immediately knew it was my baby. I quickly rushed down the hall to see P in Tyson's arms. I was so confused, just minutes before she was doing great. Much to my surprise she wasn't doing as well as I had thought.
Tyson happened to step into the hallway at the exact same moment P walked out to get a toy, with one of the nursery leaders. It was a total accident, but bad timing nonetheless. P saw her daddy and became a total mess. I had never really seen her so upset. It took her a good 15 minutes to finally calm her down. It was the sad gasping for air type of crying. After getting some fresh air outside, I thought I would attempt to take her back in.
The second I tried to set her down, she lost it all over again. I decided it wasn't worth it to traumatize her any longer and took her with me to Relief Society. She actually did great for me, which was a nice break. Needless to say, it didn't go quit as well as we had hoped, but I think with time, she will learn to love nursery just as much as she loved the gym.