The memory of dropping my five-month-old son off at daycare for the first time on that winter morning still takes my breath away. As I walked the long gray hallway, I wasn’t sure my arms would be able to surrender him to anyone else. It felt as if handing this soft-cheeked child off to a stranger would be like cleaving off a part of my body.
When I was eight months pregnant and everything was hypothetical (including the love I’d feel for my newborn), it seemed like a perfectly logical arrangement. The daycare facility was close to my work, recommended by other families, and certified at all the right levels. I hadn’t even thought to ask whether they would be willing to use organic food or work with cloth diapers. (To find out why I later decided to use organic food, watch for my upcoming blog “Organic Baby Food on The Cheap”)