Little lady is now 9.5 months old and at her first day of daycare. Technically her 3rd day, I guess, but she started March 16th originally, and then the world closed the next day so she only attended 1.5 days the first go-round. She has no recollection. We did change providers, because the original place was upping prices to $1910/mo for the infant-3yr olds. Now we're "only" paying $1550/mo, and I actually like the place a lot better for various reasons (mostly just the warmth I get from the director and instructors).
I never, ever imagined I would have the opportunity to be home with my baby for the first 9.5 months of her life. I feel really fortunate for that, but holy hell the last five months have been SO HARD. Working full time in a demanding, analytical role AND caring for an increasingly-mobile baby... is damn near impossible. As much as I miss her right now, today has been so easy. Only having to work and not half looking over my shoulder to keep her entertained/keep her from beelining for cords/the fireplace is almost alarmingly easy. Plus, lunchtime? I just got to feed myself when I was hungry without that coming in 2nd behind prepping/feeding/cleaning baby. Incredible.