Originally Posted by CityKid
Rynna and love_homebirthing, don't you find that a baby-naming ceremony/baptism or whatever you do is a good opportunity for people to buy you gifts? And every baby has to have one. Or maybe it's just that I'm Jewish so people wait til after the birth to buy stuff anyway.
: Well, it would be a great opportunity... if anyone gave a hoot. We didn't get any gifts at BeanBean's bris or his Pidyon Ha'Ben, and for girls... well, things are different. I'm Jewish, but Mike is not; therefore, he cannot do the thing where you go to shul on Shabbos and name the new baby girl. My brother ends up doing that for me, and he's on the other side of the country right now. That's all there is to naming baby girls. Mike and I aren't really part of a religious community like that.
No, people don't think about it. BeanBean was exciting, even for the IL's (who have major issues with Mike and me having kids together, even living together because we're not married enough for them) just because they'd been waiting so long to have grandchildren at all. It was irritating to them that we weren't married, but they had to take into account that this was their first and best shot at a grandchild. Mike was 34 when BeanBean was born, so his parents had been waiting a *very* long time (they got married young and had their two kids right away) and they were so excited to see him that it was almost enough for them to forget that he was concieved and born (and about to be raised) in sin.
Once, however, could be an accident (if a happy one). Twice? Not a chance. When Mike told his parents that we were TTC BooBah, they didn't believe him and his sister pretended it wasn't happening. When he told them that we'd succeeded, his sister expressed concern over the state of his soul. Seriously!
So yeah, we're going to hell for having kids. They know that we want at least four, and I think that they're just holding their breath until we finish. MIL loves babies, and I know that they'll love all of the kids, but they can't even pretend to be excited about the births when each one is just one more symbol of our heathen lives together.
My mom just doesn't think about these things.
Neither do my sisters, really. After the baby is born, if we need things they'll help out where they can, but they won't buy anything before the baby comes. They'd much rather get excited about Skinny Punk's baby, who will probably have tons of clothing initially but is being raised by a punk. I guess what I'm saying is, they feel like my kids are already better off than most of the babies they know because they have two parents who are both real live grownups. My kids are the only ones around who are being raised by two parents who both love them and are sticking together to do this whole child raising thing; I guess everything else is supposed to magically fall into place. Sadly, they are totally correct in this assessment; my kids are probably much better off than most of the other kids they know. Despite the fact that we have no money, my children cannot really be called "underprivileged" because they've got parents who actually want them, and not just because they're novel.
Renee-- I'll send you a PM. I've got a medium sized Maya which is not super pretty (just plain denim) but it's *incredibly* useful. I'm a short person, but not skinny; it fit me with a medium-length tail with a newborn BooBah, and would probably fit you comfortably. I wore it *constantly* when BooBah was new, but since I got Sarita's sling I'll probably be wearing that one a heck of a lot more.
Then again, you might want to PM saritasmile about a sling... they're so pretty!
I'm sure she could make you one with a shorter tail, too, since you're petite. As to the size you want to look for, you need to take into account that even if you keep every ounce of your pregnancy weight and never regain your pre-pregnancy form, you're still going to fall into the x-small/small range as far as slings go. With ring slings, you can probably order a medium and just have a longer tail (unless it's constructed/padded--- then you'll have to get a small) but overall, you're *tiny*.
I'm 5'1" and fat (though I "carry my weight well") and still take a medium in most slings. I tend to go for large-sized slings because Mike is 5'11" and fat, too.
He could never wear the Maya I'm talking about at all, so if I used that sling it meant that I and only I could carry the kids.
As to other slings for newborns: the Maya, like I said, was *very* useful. I also wore the Kozy Karrier (? I'm always confusing the name of this pouch with Kangaroo Korner. It's one or the other... fleece, with snaps to adjust it?
) with BooBah much more than I thought I would while she was still newborn-sized (she was petite at birth and grew *very* slowly due to GERD and maybe her kidney problems), i.e. less than 15 pounds, able to lie down and sleep in it. It was super comfy, like wearing a sweater with a warm water bottle in it.
If I had one made of wool rather than polyester fleece, I'd probably wear it a ton with BellyBean, too. As it is, she'll be a whole person by the time it's cold enough for me to wear the KK. I'm not concerned that she'll be "too big;" after all, BeanBean is still small enough to sling quite comfortably (32 pounds, 38") when I'm not in agonizing pain for other reasons...
No new baby preparations here, just trying to get through daily life. It's depressing as hell. Today, for example, on top of having to wake up at 5 am (I have to do this whenever I need the car to get to other appointments; that's meant every single day this week so far), we discovered that we'd run out of oil in the middle of the night. All of the seedlings that I started since the week of the accident are now dead or dying, because I was unable to transport them down to the IL's last week (we don't have enough room for that in the Saturn). We have no hot water, because our hot water comes through the furnace. I'm in agonizing pain, but I couldn't take a vicodin today; I was already exhausted from having to wake up so early and being in so much pain, so I knew that taking one would make me too tired to drive.
I could go on and on like this; I really, honestly wonder if there isn't some kind of conspiracy against me going on. Loads of things have gone wrong today, to say nothing of the "old" issues... I'm so sick of it all. I just want to quit, to give up, but what the hell would that accomplish? Nothing... it'd just make more work for me later.
The Olympics-- We've watched a fair bit.
BooBah *loves* hockey, she just thinks it's the most amazing thing ever. She giggles and claps and jumps and cheers. I called her, "BooBah, hockey's on!" and she *shrieked* "HOCKEY!!" and flew into the room.
BeanBean found the hockey amusing for a few minutes, but then he wandered off.
Anyway, last night we watched the ladies giant slalom and BooBah said, "I yike dat! Wanna go! Wanna go 'lalom!" I said, "You want to do the slalom?" "Yeah!! I yike dat!!"
The things this child enjoys! She was hilarious, I'd love to take her skiing sometime. In fact, I've always wanted to learn to ski.. it's just not an opportunity that ever came up for me. (surprise, surprise). One of these days, though, I'll find a way to go skiing and bring the kids along...
BeanBean likes the figure skaters. He loved watching the ice dancers, but when we watched the ladies short program the other night, he asked, "Where's her partner? Did he hurt himself? Is she lonely?"
Isn't he just a doll?!
Anyway, he watched some figure skating with me and said, "I want to try that. Can I go skating?" "Would you like to be a skater, Bean?" "Actually, I'd like to be a little boy, I just want to wear skater clothes
, and skate."
I know, I totally deserved that, right? What a great answer. He's such a neat kid. I thought he'd like the hockey a lot more than he did, but his favorite thing about the Olympics this year definately seems to be pairs figure skating and ice dancing.