Careening & Gestating

In which I document my voyage through the mysterious and bizarre lands of Creating Life.

The nanny February 17, 2009

Filed under: abject terror, an entirely new person, family, guilt — andreamiddleton @ 11:51 am

Amelia will spend 4 hours with our nanny share nanny, Janet, today: from 8 am to noon.  Both Tom and I drove in to drop her off at the nanny share house in South Austin, but we left a 7 am and hit nearly no traffic, so we got there way early.  I took Amelia and drove her around the neighborhood for 30 minutes and Tom went on to work.  Amelia was really good in the car – even though she woke up repeatedly from my rush hour stops and starts, she didn’t cry at all.
Janet is a nice older woman who retired from a job at an accounting firm quite a few years ago and discovered that she wanted something to do, so she decided to take care of babies.  She had 5 kids of her own and has cared for Seville, the other baby in the nanny share, from when she was 3 months old until now, when she is 7 months old.  Seville is a sweet girl, just getting into crawling now, and her mom is very nice as well.

It’s a lot less expensive to do a nanny share, I’ve learned, than hire a full-time nanny to come to our house, which we could never afford even if we were both working full time.  And this way, Amelia gets cared for by one person reliably, and that one person only has one other child to care for.  We’re only doing part-time, 8 to noon 5 days a week, with the thought that this way whoever is working from home can actually get a little work done in the morning.  Of course, whoever is working from the office will be late to work (dropping off at 8 in South Austin translates into arriving at work around 8:30 or 8:45 on a GOOD day of Austin traffic).

Our current plan is that whoever’s working from the office in the morning takes Amelia into town and drops her off with Janet.  Then whoever’s working from home drives into town and picks her up at noon.  We can manage the cost of the nanny share if Tom can pick up another 10 hours of work a week, which should be easy enough as they’ve still got him running jobs right now and there always seems like there’s more work for him to do.  Also, he always has deadlines at the end of the day (when Amelia is at her fussiest) and that just doesn’t work at all.

I’m still a little numb about it, though I do feel some sadness about leaving our daughter with a stranger, no matter how dedicated, kind and loving that stranger seems.  It’s just SO difficult to be even slightly productive when you’ve got the baby with you home alone, and we’ve both been run very ragged in the last 6 weeks.

So we’re trying this out for a week to see how we all do.  I hope it works and I hope it doesn’t.  I’m worried that I’m giving up my principles re: “I don’t want to have a baby and give her to someone else to raise,” and that soon we’ll be leaving Amelia with Janet full time.  Which we might just barely be able to afford, with one of our salaries going directly to pay for childcare, matching the prevalent  paradigm of middle class parents of young children.  One of us staying home full time would NOT pay the bills, unfortunately, and in this rocky economy I’m loathe for either of us to voluntarily give up a good job.

supremely-unphasedIt’s just very disappointing that we couldn’t make the working-from-home/caring for baby synchronized swim work well enough.  And we both worry that we’re failing our daughter.  Sigh.

Janet called with an update around 10 am:  Amelia had spent a very fun morning playing with Seville!  She loved the buzzy chair that Seville has outgrown and hadn’t cried once all morning.  She had drunk a little milk and was fast asleep in the chair when Janet called.  Oddly enough, her phone call brought me to tears more than driving away from the house did this morning.

 

The weekend January 25, 2009

Filed under: family, just plain life — andreamiddleton @ 8:23 pm

We had a pretty decent weekend – I took Amelia all day on Saturday so Tom could get some plumbing chores done around the house that had been bothering him (valves & faucets & whatnot), and we stayed up late (9 pm!) to watch an excellent episode of Dr. Who. Amelia saved her fussing for the evening, and only put about 90 minutes in, and even that was in spurts.

This morning we got up early so I could make some delicious home fries (white + sweet taters) to take to the very first Tara House parents’ group Sunday potluck brunch. The mamas’ group organized around my midwife, which meets at her office Tara House, had arranged this gathering before I had to stop attending the mamas’ group, which meets on Fridays (a day I work from the office).

It was a riotous good time, with about 7 families with new(ish)borns and older kids, and it was fun to meet all the other mamas’ husbands/partners. This is a pretty “crunchy” bunch of people (as in granola), so we have a fair bit in common with them OTHER than the fact that we all planned home births with the same midwife and have little babies. I’m glad we went, and look forward to deepening some of those relationships.

Did some grocery shopping on our way home, and our friends Josh & Jessica came over; josh to take Tom out for a beer and Jessica to play with the baby while I cooked for the week. What with all the things I’ve cut out of my diet, I pretty much can only eat home-cooked stuff, so it’s important to have enough food on hand during the work week when everything’s crazy. Jessica excels at baby duty, and we had a grand time venting about discussing the varied foolishnesses of people in our workplaces. So I got some girlfriend time as well as making some mushroom barley soup, poached salmon, roasted sweet potatoes and shitake mushroom quinoa. Then Amanda dropped off a meal too, so we are golden in the food dept! Always a good feeling at the beginning of a week.

Amelia remains very fussy, but I have a new trick in which I nurse her while walking around (not my most glamorous moment but oh well) that soothes when nothing else will, so far. Nice thing about kids is, everything changes all the bloody time.

And so it goes.

 

Boxing Day December 26, 2008

Filed under: an entirely new person, family, grateful — andreamiddleton @ 4:41 pm

Happy post-Xmas everybody!  I apologize for the long delay between posts, but I simultaneously got cable and started having family in town visiting, along with being accosted by the holiday, and also getting active on Facebook again (wow, what a time sink!).

My sister Adrienne came in for 5 days, with her visit overlapping my father’s 6 day visit.  We stared at the baby a LOT, and bought & decorated a tree.  Also enjoyed were cooking, watching the new 42″ flat screen that my dad bought us, and general lazing about.

Then Amelia had to put up with just Mom and Dad for a while, until my sister April and her husband Jason arrived on Xmas Eve.  We had a lovely day yesterday: menu included prime rib, yorkshire pudding (my 1st time!), twice-baked spuds and English trifle, the latter of which I made myself.  Everything was scrumptious, and everyone’s were fabulous.

The other reason that my voice has been off the interwebs of late is that the kid’s sleep patterns have been ALL OVER THE PLACE, and thus my sleep has been intermittent at best.  We think she might have a bad reaction to my eating either dairy or citrus/tomatoes or both, so I’m eschewing much of the delicious leftovers from yesterday and going dairy and acidic food-free for a coupel of days to see if Amelia lets go of the fussing for a while.  Also, her poop is very green, not the best of signs in Exclusively Breastfed Babies (whose poop, for the uninitiated, should be mustardy-yellow.)

It’s hard to come up with tasty things to eat that have neither dairy nor tomatoes nor citrus, at least for me, but I came up with a few menu items  this morning and Tom ran to the grocery store WITH Amelia, which allowed me to go back to bed and get 90 minutes uninterrupted sleep.  Yay!!! It helped my menu planning that I got two HUGE cookbooks for Xmas – The America’s Test Kitchen Cookbook, and Mark Bittman’s Best Recipes in the World.  I am now equipped, cookbook-wise, to cook EVERYTHING.  Which I love about me.

Seriously, though, the fussiness associated with my daughter’s digestion is really getting impressive.  I won’t say colic, because it’s not like she’s crying for hours at a time (knock wood), but it’s quite disturbing when your breastfed baby pushes the nipple out of her mouth to scream.  The nipple!  This has been the automatic Crying Off Switch for 6 whole weeks!  It can’t fail us now!  Hence our taking the drastic measure of separating me from cheese, milk, butter, tangerines and ‘maters.

I must say that it’s been SO wonderful to have family here and see the love they have for my daughter; I don’t know why it is so moving – it’s not like I was expecting them not to like her or anything – but I just melt when I see my loved ones staring at Amelia with the same besotted look that I must have on my face most of the time. (Sorry – 2 AM Screaming Amelia is loved just as much as 2 PM Cooing Amelia, but the former doesn’t get all the adoring looks that the latter soaks up.)  Maybe my mild level of surprise come from the assumption that no one could love Amelia as much as Tom and I do, and it’s really touching to see how wrong that notion is, and watch Amelia being embraced into our family by so many adoring pairs of arms.  Everybody loves everybody – hurray!

More pics and things soon, pinkie-swear.

 

errands December 11, 2008

Filed under: family, milestones, motherhood, nursing — andreamiddleton @ 10:15 pm

My sister and I ran four errands today, and it was… a little strenuous! Lessons learned: don’t run around with the baby in the late afternoon when she likes to cluster-feed.

We did Michael’s first, and I finally got the perfect fit on the Moby wrap – Amelia was high on my chest and fell asleep right away, so I didn’t have to stabilize her little bobble head. Shopping went well and she only woke up once, in order to switch the cheek she was resting on my chest.

In the diaper change between Michael’s & Lowes, I learned that the backseat diaper change is a great way tokill your back, and nursed my baby some in a 20 mph headwind.

At HEB, Amelia got sick of the Moby once and for all while the slowest deli counter guy on the planet sliced me a pound of oven-roasted turkey and muenster cheese, on a one. Luckily, Adrienne agreed to go through the checkout line for me while I took the baby back to the car to nurse some more. REALLY need to figure out hoe to go from the newborn chest wrap to a nursing wrap in that Moby.

Finally, to Gold’s Gym to get a swipe card because I lost mine, and this way Adrienne can work out while she’s here. Amelia cried for much of the drive home except while Adrienne jiggled her car seat. Yes, I know the car seat shouldn’t jiggle. I think Tom needs to check the installation of my car seat base…

Anyway, I’m slowly edging toward SuperMom, at least when my sister’s got my back. It’s very touching to see how much Adrienne loves Amelia – her tenderness and enthusiasm with the baby is so sweet! Also, Adrienne makes truly superb macaroni and cheese, which we really enjoyed for dinner tonight.

 

the decline and fall of western civilization December 7, 2008

Filed under: an entirely new person, family, just plain life — andreamiddleton @ 10:01 pm

We’re getting cable.

Probably we should have made this decision a month ago, when I STARTED maternity leave, but whatever.

Some backstory: I lived without a TV for most of my 5 years in Mexico and without cable or broadcast TV for about 4 of my 5 years in the Virgin Islands. When Tom & I moved to Austin, we got his TV out of storage but didn’t get cable, and only watched Netflix DVDs. Abotu a year ago, we started watching broadcast TV. In the last month, I’ve watched more than my share of TV and Instant-Watch Netflix.

Last week, we caved.  The reality is that we’re going to be stuck at home for a long time, caring for the baby. I’m not proud, but I’d rather not spend a large part of the next year watching reruns of Knight Rider and Airwolf.

Thus, we embrace popular culture with both arms, exposing ourselves to the blinding light of the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless American Mind.

On a more intimate note, Amelia has been learning how to be fussy in the last weeks, hence some of my absence on the blog.  She really hates being put down for very long, and is unwilling to be boxed in to any one soothing method or sleep pattern. All the people who told me that babies are unpredictable were not whistling Dixie, my friends.

 

We are each other’s angels November 25, 2008

Filed under: family, grateful, respite and nepenthe — andreamiddleton @ 6:06 pm
Auntie J to the rescue!

Auntie J to the rescue!

Today my good friend Lady J came over and let me take a baby-free nap for over 3 hours… it was HEAVEN. She also changed diapers, folded laundry, washed all the dishes in the sink, and held and soothed the baby while I cooked the shrimp alfredo I had been craving. And then poof! She was gone. Luckily, I have evidence of her passing (not just that the black circles under my eyes have faded to light grey). Don’t let this hard-boiled broad fool you – she is wonderful with babies.

Thanks to Auntie J for contributing to the sanity of Amelia’s mother! I was nearing the end of my rope, and now my head is above water enough to mix a metaphor or two.

On a different note, see below for what I find when trekking from our bedroom to Amelia’s nursery (where the diapers live) in the middle of the night. The glider may belong to Amelia and me during the day, but wemax-loves-the-glider can’t hog it 24 hours a day it seems…cats-need-gliders-too

 

visits November 16, 2008

Filed under: breastfeeding, family — andreamiddleton @ 10:45 am

Most of Tom’s family came to visit the baby yesterday – my family is all in Portland and will be visiting in December – and we had some help staring at Amelia. Her 4-year-old cousin was quite surprised to learn about breastfeeding, and seemed comforted to learn that she had never eaten from someone’s “boobo.” (Kennedy’s mother is diabetic and K spent a week or so in the NICU when she was born.)

Tom’s dad Barney is a beamingly proud “Paw-Paw.” Uncle Gus also visited in the morning but we weren’t bright enough to photograph the event.