Tonight, Jack had a non-family member put him to bed for the first time. He knows the sitter; she has babysat him a lot before (during the daytime) and he is very comfortable with her, but tonight he had a hard time.
When we left he was crying and saying “Mama!” but I figured he’d be happy soon enough. When we came home he was asleep, but the sitter said he’d cried a while after we left, and was very sad during his bedtime routine. Apparently he kept saying “Dada” tearfully through every part (book, toothbrushing, etc). It makes my heart break thinking about it!
I know he’ll be fine, and I think it’s good for other people to take care of him sometimes, but it still makes me sad when I imagine him feeling sad.
