Next year…

 Posted In: Everyday life — July 5, 2005 @ 2:44 am — Stephanie

…will be so different. Our lives are going to change so drastically! For a good many years, my life will be lived around the needs of this one little person. Peter and I have tried to imagine what it would be like, but I really don’t think there’s any way to prepare yourself for it. You go to the hospital, have the baby, and they just let you go home with him/her. Just like that. There’s no baby interpreter to help you identify the meanings of each shrill cry or each fussy movement. Peter and I finally made our first larger baby purchase, a car seat, and are still nervous about our decision. It’s a Britax Roundabout, and has received mostly excellent reviews from the online sources we’ve found. Hopefully, we’ve chosen well.

I’m also excited about joining a Baby Sign Language class when baby is of age. I’ve located a company close to our home that offers group classes.
http://www.signingsmart.com/ I’ve checked out several Baby Sign books from the library and am busy learning basic signs. It’s fun trying to get Peter to guess them. With sign language, our baby could be communicating to us long before he/she learns to speak!

Time for this mama to get some sleep.

One Response to “Next year…”

  1. Mom Moty Says:
    July 6th, 2005 at 7:55 pm

    Yep, life will most definitely be different from the moment baby is born - but you learn to become a little family - as far as interpreting baby’s cries and noises - I will tell you what a very experienced and old, old pediatric nurse and pediatrician told me when Brian was only days old: Always trust your judgement and mother’s intuition - it is never wrong - you will know your baby better than anyone else. Of course I was much more confident with Peter than I was with Brian and I had so much criticism and interference with Brian that I’m surprised I didn’t end up in a nut house, but all in all, I trusted my intuition and after a bit, I was able to tell which cries needed an instant response and which ones meant “I’m just crabby and want to scream”.

    When Pete got to be about a year old, we did the dreaded “letting him go to sleep with a bottle” - as you can see, he did not turn out to be a criminal because of it either - anyway, his little “good nite” to us every nite would be a loud bang against the bedroom door as he would throw his empty bottle at the door when he was done with it - he would then lay down and go to sleep. I will tell you more of his antics another time……those include: kicking the bars out of his crib; digging little holes in his crib mattress with his fingers and pulling the stuffing out; taking off his diaper and smearing the contents of it on himself and the wall; stuffing his breakfast Cheerios up his nose instead of eating them….yep, that’s just some of them - there are many more……

    Love,
    Mom Moty

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