Questions… And more questions

I feel there should be a handbook listing every single possible thing a speechless lump could do, and all the things to do when said things occur. My husband and I are constantly questioning what the hell to do in any given situation. “Should we give him a bottle”, “is he cold, is he hot”, “should we let him cry”, “is he hungry”, “are his teeth bothering him”, “should we keep letting him cry”, “I don’t know what to do, do you?”, “should he still be crying”, “do we go in now to check on him, or wait another 5 minutes”. Oh the list is endless, and this is just what we asked each other tonight, and we’ve had this kid for a year now. You’d think we’d know what we were doing by now… Nope. Luckily I have someone that picks up my slack and questioning without hesitation, even if he questions just as much as I do.
So I have actually been told by other parents that you question yourself a lot, ok cool, check ONE off the list. But I feel the questions they are talking about are things that could change the whole course of your child’s life. For example, am I giving him the right education, do I give him enough affection, is he getting the proper nutrition, have I taught him to be a well rounded, caring, community giving human being. Whereas, I’m fucking still wondering if you change the diaper after two pees, or one poop, and what does that cry mean… beats the hell out of me. Pretty sure most parents, at least mothers, master the cry after week one.
Wait! Maybe that’s one for the blog, something other parents never told me. They “say” they know their baby’s cry, “oh that one means he’s hungry, this one means he’s tired, this one means he peed, and wait… And a poo is on the way”. I was all ready to be the baby whisperer when Cobain arrived, but come 13 months later I don’t know one whiny cry from the next. I may pretend I do, because that’s what good mothers do. But hell, I’ve decided this blog is a free for all, and to let all those soon to be parents know what it’s really all about because no one will ever tell the truth 🙂 I’ll admit yet another thing, I don’t know one Cobain cry from the next!
What inspired this blog was a screaming, “crying”, baby a half hour into bed time, now after a million questions between us, and writing this blog, the beast has settled. Amen!
Mumma C

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Babysitter, babysitter please come down

We are currently on the hunt for a caregiver for our son, and it hasn’t been easy, (one thing other parents HAVE told me). What I wasn’t told however is, how do you choose? We can ask a bunch of fairly indifferent questions that we really aren’t listening to the answer of, or just go by our gut, which I’m pretty sure parents do. Candidate #1- young mother of one, who would bring her kid to the job to hang with Sir, reasonably priced, lots of experience with young children and seems to genuinely love what she does. Only problem is she wants to be paid through the government and that means we have to essentially open a business to hire her…. Ummm, goodbye candidate #1. Candidate #2- 16 year old student who doesn’t text, only uses phone for “emergencies”, sweaty palms on the table, will ride bike in the rain to get to job. Seems legit. Candidate #3- middle aged Greek woman, showed up 20 minutes late to interview, wearing hot pink capris, has a some kind of speech impediment, (not her Greek accent), reasonably priced and wants to be paid under the table, doesn’t hit children (always a plus). She has won my heart. So, who to pick, who to pick. Stay tuned.
Mumma C