Or, the ongoing chronicles of what-the-hell-will-I-do-with-my-BABY???
A few weeks ago I had a bad week. Which was followed by a bad weekend. A really rotten weekend, which included me melting down into a rage volcano, and spewing frustration lava all over my nearest and dearest, which nearly saw me transform into a single mother, which also ended up with one member of the family in GODDANG JAIL (not me). But one good thing came out of that rotten weekend:
Daddy Daycare opened for business. Yep. In a moment of clarity I realized: if Tim was not working, he can damn well watch the baby all day. And we made it so. And it was good.
Of course it is so, so different with the second baby. Baby G is much easier-going, but who can say whether her chillaxedness is just her nature, or perhaps because she is not living under the weight of the ANXIETY DEATHRAY I projected on her older sister: Is she breathing? Am I holding her right? Is she hungry? Did she have a poop? Was that a fart or is she choking to death? IS SHE BREATHING AAAH THE BABY IS GOING TO DIE IF I PUT HER DOWN OR LET ANYONE ELSE TAKE CARE OF HER.
Oh yea, I am 100% more relaxed: howdy, friendly-looking acquaintance, would you like to hold my baby? Give her back when she seems hungry. But for Tim, because I forced him into a primary caregiver role, it's like night and day. He is involved, he shows affection, he takes initiative. He has been having FUN with Baby G. I don't think he really had fun with Little A. until she could talk. I mean, he loved her, but you know, I am not sure he really enjoyed her babyhood. He even took the baby to work yesterday, to show her off to his new boss, and get her opinion on the new website he is building for the company!
Because of course as soon as we figured out this beautiful solution, did the man get a job. Yes he did. And while I am pleased for that, we are back at square zero. To add a dash of complexity to the whole stinking situation, Little A's daycare is not accepting infants, AND is under investigation by the Department of Health and Human Services! So we might have to find a new place for her too! I am not using exclamation points because I am happy about this! Seriously!!
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Does anyone have an awesome spare nanny we could borrow? Maybe one who speaks Spanish? That would be awesome. Or maybe someone would like to go to work for me so I can hang with my adorable little baby, who smells like fresh-mown-hay, and laughs and coos and is so amazing and I want to be with her all the time but boohooo sniffle I have to go to wooooork boooo.
Having babies is awesome, until you have no earthly idea what to do with them for 8 hours of the day. SIGH.
Con muchos besos,
A
Good luck with your daycare search! Not fun at all, I sympathize. I actually have to visit one this week to book a space for the #2 who won't even be born until July and won't even be needing daycare until September/October because spaces fill up so fast.
ReplyDeleteDo any other parents at Little A's daycare have younger ones? I found this daycare through a mom at my Little A's daycare. She sent her daughter there before she turned 2.
Well whatever you did with little A you made one of the happiest babies I've ever met. Your anxieties did not get passed over to her at all. She's the best and Baby G will be too!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind words and support, ladies! You'd think I would have learned with the first to prepare myself for this contingency with the second, but alas, I am a stupidhead. I should have an update to the story before the end of the week!
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