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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Choices.

I make a lot of choices everyday. A lot are for myself - do I nap while she is napping or do I squeeze in that work out? Napping almost always wins... Do I eat now and hope she doesn't wake up or do I try and balance this cereal bowl on her Boppy while I'm feeding her? This one revolves around food so I have honestly done both multiple times. Breast milk comes out of the Boppy cover why not cow's milk?! Actually I have to be honest, I  encounter this dilemma almost everyday and it isn't always cereal. I have discovered that couscous and feeding are a tough combo - but it easily cleans out of her hair! Or is it really necessary to get dressed and do my hair today even if the only one who will most likely see me can't  even really see yet (and if I do get dressed can I get to the feeding machines quickly)? I had no idea that choosing clothes that are easily boob accessible would be so hard! But lately most of my choices have been about the little one. Do I change her now or wait until she (inevitably) destroy the next diaper I am going to out on her within seconds? Have I burped her long enough or do I keep trying (how long are you supposed to kindly whack on the poor child's back anyway)? Are you too hot or how about to cold - they say one layer more than Mommy but I can't seem to figure out my temperature either. I am pretty sure my hormones are still on the fritz!!! Or the choice (well this was a we choice with Daddy) to insert a pacifier or not. We had discussed this at length pre-Max and decided that we weren't going that route. Hopefully she would find her thumb and be happy and care free. Well after coaching her thumb to her mouth a number of failed times and realizing that when she was crying after eating only 15 mins after she finished wasn't to eat again but just to hang out- I honestly needed an out (crying is so adorable the first few times she "found" her lungs. But it looses that charm quickly). So I threw out the idea- we put it in - try it once and if she spits it out we move on. Which leads me to me latest decision, how many pacifiers do I try before I find the right one? Why do I ask? Well because she didn't spit that bad boy out! It actually was kind of nice. She was soothing herself and my meal balancing on a Boppy skills no longer need perfection. Seriously though there are hundreds of pacifiers out there. Who knew? After only 5 days of testing the binky/paci/nook (still haven't settled on a name) we already have a serious stockpile. They make them orthodontic, modeled after a boob (I have no idea who's nipples look like that one but I know mine don't!), ones with smart sayings, bpa and latex free and who knows what else. Our counter looks like a binky factory threw up!
We have yet to settle on a total success story but we have narrowed it down. I think we are in the final stretches of the big Pacifier auditions but until I find one that re-inserts itself  when it falls out, I'm not sure we have a true winner yet. And yes- I realize this is probably an incredibly easy choice in the long run of things. Especially because I am going to be making choices for her for the rest of my life - or until she begs me to stop (which I won't).


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