Milkbaby started creche about a month ago. Leaving my firstborn with strangers is one of the harder things I've had to do on this motherhood caper (it's right up there with going to the dentist). The first day he barely noticed my departure, too engrossed in exploring his surrounds. I walked down the street back to the car, eyes streaming, boobs leaking milk all over the show. It's the latest thing I've shed tears over, apart from the cat dying. It was like this for the first week. Then in the second week, it was him doing the crying as he cottoned on to the fact that I was leaving him. I managed to hold it together. And it's gotten better ever since. Last week, on my first day of work, I got a smile and a wave. I couldn't have been more pleasantly surprised if he'd said "have a nice day at work mama!"