Sunday, August 13, 2006

Hey, I'm Having a Baby!

While I was school supply shopping with the kids yesterday, I had an opportunity to peruse the baby section of the store. I was kinda blown away by all the unneccessary "equipment and supplies" that I saw. I was able to select the perfect crib (a 4 in one convertable that included a changing/table shelves and drawers combo) to fit in our room. But apart from that, I was slightly disturbed by all the stuff I saw. Jarred baby food (I stopped using that four babies ago), powdered formula (I can't believe someone would, by choice, give their baby that over their own good breastmilk), racks and racks of clothes (they only wear them for a minute and then outgrow them), swings, baby seats, and walkers (those things are huge), but only 1 type of baby wearer (not a good kind either).
I remember reading an article a couple of years ago about how the country of Kenya was rejecting the use of the stroller. Kenyan parents were horrified that their babies should be kept so far from them. (Of course you need the infrastructure of paved sidewalks to make strollers practical, so they were an option only for city parents.) They said in the article "this is not the Kenyan way," and thus the imported strollers did not catch on. It made me think of how us Americans handle our babies. Always passing them off into some contraption, not even the arms of another person. We simply pass them from one contraption to another, from the crib to the bouncy seat, from the bouncy seat to the high chair, from the high chair to the car seat from the car seat to the swing. I bet you could track a baby's entire day by what mother substitute they were placed in throughout the day. What a let down that must be for a baby after being cuddled for nine months in mama's womb.
I selected my oak crib for future purchase and bought a set of three Winnie-the-Pooh baskets that will go on the changing table shelves. I decided on a Winne-the-Pooh theme since, 1) we don't know the gender, and 2) the pale yellow color of that theme matches our yellow and lavendar bedroom. One of the ladies in my women's investment group got me some Winne-the-Pooh items at the shower and I loved the look of them. I went online and found that that pattern came in crib sets as well. I'll have to go get registered soon. I'm getting paranoid that I'll get a bunch of stuff I don't want or need or won't use. I'd hate to waste folks time and money that way (and my time taking it all back!) But on the other hand, it sure is sweet thinking about the baby coming. This is really the beginning of allowing myself to think about an actual baby. Before I've been caught up in some many other issues. I think I've finally realized that not only am I pregnant, but I'm going to have a baby.

2 comments:

emjaybee said...

Congratulations! (I found you through observant midwife's blog).

I was going to say, I agree about the carrying of babies...except my HUGE son (currently 27.5 lbs at 9 mos old, and 32 inches tall!) isn't easy for me to carry for long, even in a sling. The stroller saved our bacon. But we do make up for it by playing on the floor with him every chance we get and doing lots of snuggling and kissing. Who can resist sweet baby skin?

Sadly, he hated co-sleeping too...but he gets his tossing and turning ways from his mama. Took me forever to learn to sleep w/ someone else in the bed. He rolls all over his crib all night long.

Celeste said...

I am enjoying reading your blog but I'm going at it in a haphazard fashion, mostly on work breaks. I really enjoy your writing voice!

I have to remark on your observation about our babies always being put into some device. It seems like some mothers think that their babies have to be "containerized" at all times! It's amazing to me how many of these things have a 5-point safety harness in them, comparable to a car seat. It's disturbing to me. But what I secretly wonder is just how much this passive restraint of the children only feeds the tendency of them to be inactive in some households. How much easier for some mothers if the kids are always tied down in these things. And how hard it must be to get some of them to want to move, after being used to just being strapped down all the time.

Celeste
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