I blinked, confused. “Go where?”
“Daycare!” he sobbed, his voice breaking on the word as he moved to cling to my legs. “Please don’t make me!”
I held him and rocked him until he calmed down, whispering soft things that didn’t feel like enough.
Maybe it was a bad dream, I thought. Or perhaps he was overtired. “Toddlers have moods, right?” I thought to myself, brushing it off.
But it wasn’t just that one day.
The next morning, he wouldn’t get out of bed!
The moment I mentioned daycare, his lip would tremble.
By Wednesday, he begged through tears not to go. Every morning, the same thing. There was panic, shaking, and pleading.
By Thursday night, I was exhausted and scared.
I called our pediatrician, Dr. Adams.
“It’s normal,” she said kindly. “Separation anxiety at this age.
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