I’ve never loved strollers anyway
Apparently, strollers can be bad for babies. When an infant is in a stroller that faces forward, it can be stressed because it can’t see mama or daddy, but infants facing the parent get more “positive reassurance.” And “stressed babies grow into anxious adults.”
I don’t know if some people won’t think this is hocus pocus science, but it makes sense to me. Babies need more interaction than they can get in a forward facing stroller. What I don’t understand is why the article only talked about strollers instead of mentioning the many other good options, such as front packs and slings.
Why people have babies just to put them in a stroller away from touch and sight is a mystery to me. From the car seat straight to the stroller and then back in the car. No need to touch the baby, right?
What’s convenient isn’t always what’s best, I guess.
Babies are silly
For the last fifteen or twenty minutes, the Bug has been wandering around, chatting, and generally being as happy as a Bug could be.
What is making her so happy? A metal bandaid box. She’s been walking around from room to room with a metal metal bandaid box up to her ear, as if it’s a phone.
Babies are silly.
Should I be depressed?
Apparently, as the father of a nine-month-old baby, I am twice as likely as other guys my age to be depressed. Who knew?
The article gives no indication of what I’m supposed to be depressed about; I guess I’ll have to come up with something.
I suppose it takes lots of dads a while for the reality to sink in that their lives have changed forever. But I tend to think that most of the changes (having this completely wonderful creature in my life, for example) are for the good, and the rest are easily surmountable - so what if I can’t stay out very late if I get to see this cutie sleeping beside us at night?
I’m sure it helped, too, that I acquired three great step-children before the one great child.
Newbaby Hickman
7 pounds, 12 ounces. That’s how much newbaby Hickman weighed when he was born last night. C has a new cousin, just four and a half months apart. Four and a half months and a six hour drive. I hope I’ll be seeing a picture here soon.
Just three years ago there were no babies in our family; now there are four.
Three years ago, I was pretty much the youngest person in our family; now I’m surrounded by a gaggle of younguns.
