Clyde Separation Anxiety

So Clare, the nanny, started part time yesterday. So far, so good. She came for a few hours yesterday morning, until about 1, and it worked out OK. After she left, I tried to get Clyde to sleep in her crib--which she has been avoiding, as it is too big or uncomfortable or scary or something--and finally, she took a FOUR-HOUR nap in her crib. I worried she wouldn't sleep at night then, but she did, fine. We watched Carnal Knowledge, a great old Mike Nichols movie with classic Jack Nicholson and amazing Candice Bergen and Ann-Margret, and Clyde fell asleep partway through that, and only woke up once to feed before 6 am.

Today Clare came and I went to the gym. First spin class since delivery, and it was really good. It felt good to finally have a strenuous workout (this was after doing a half hour of Namaste yoga on Fit TV with Clyde--I put her on a blanket near my yoga mat and I kiss her and do poses over the top of her and talk to her throughout).

When I got back, Clare wanted to take Clyde for a walk in her stroller, to check out where the nearby parks are in the area. In my head, I was like, "That's what I do! Not someone else!" She said they'd be gone about an hour. After that hour, I started looking out the window every 2 minutes. I started getting anxious. I wondered if I should call and check in on them but I want to exhibit trust in Clare and let them have some independent time to get to know each other. So I didn't call. After about an hour and a half, I started getting nervous and finally, Clare called me. They were at a park a few blocks away, and under a tree it was breezy and Clyde was napping. Clare said they wanted to stay out just a bit longer and I said fine.

But I missed Clyde. Bad. So I walked over to the park. Not to check on Clare but to visit Clyde and make sure they were doing OK. I was getting so sad and anxious. But didn't want to seem controlling or panicky. I got to the park, and they were fine, looking very peaceful, under a tree, and Clyde was sleeping, Clare, watching the birds.

I think the nanny will be loving and good with Clyde. But still, it doesn't make it any easier. Finally, I mopped the floors to keep my mind off my anxiety.