Splitting Hairs
Someone left a current issue of Parents magazine on the counter at the mail room the other day (for others to pick up). The cheap gene in me gave a silent hurrah and quickly nabbed it. I read it on Saturday and remembered why I cancelled my subscription a year ago.
Questions like these:
I know that babies aren't supposed to watch TV, but does that mean I shouldn't turn on late-night reruns of The Office while I'm breastfeeding?
And even better:
I drove over a speed bump with my son in his car seat. Could the jostling have damaged his brain?
For reals ladies? Holy crap! What else are you supposed to do while you sit there and breastfeed? And yes, I did breastfeed Josiah for three months before I threw up my hands in defeat, so I have done it...for hours and hours and hours. I frequently read (and no, not to him, but to myself--I'm just selfish that way), but I'm sure there was some TV watching in there. Heck, I watch TV while I feed Will his bottles. Will can actually watch too, but explain to me how a baby who has his/her little face mashed into your chest can see the TV?
Lady, you have a loooooong road ahead of you if you're worried over something like this!
And the speed bump? How I feel for that child. Imagine the hoverer his mother is going to be. She may as well just go ahead and get him encased in Lucite. Or better yet, just stay at home and never leave the house. OK, that's kind of sad. Agoraphobia is no laughing matter. It reminds me of this book I read awhile back about a slightly agoraphobic single mother who ended up trying to off herself and her young son by running the car with the garage door closed. She couldn't stand the thought of him going off to kindergarten and being away/growing away from her. It ended up that he died, but she lived through it somehow...so she got her way, just not in the way she'd planned.
Now I'm sniffling. Damn Parents magazine...
Wait, here's one more:
Will I traumatize my child if I let her cry in her crib for a minute while I finish using the bathroom?
No, you should absolutely run out of there, mid-stream, the moment you hear a peep from your child's crib. Or better yet, just start wearing Depends and stop being so selfish as to take "me" time to empty your bladder.
Sheesh.
Questions like these:
I know that babies aren't supposed to watch TV, but does that mean I shouldn't turn on late-night reruns of The Office while I'm breastfeeding?
And even better:
I drove over a speed bump with my son in his car seat. Could the jostling have damaged his brain?
For reals ladies? Holy crap! What else are you supposed to do while you sit there and breastfeed? And yes, I did breastfeed Josiah for three months before I threw up my hands in defeat, so I have done it...for hours and hours and hours. I frequently read (and no, not to him, but to myself--I'm just selfish that way), but I'm sure there was some TV watching in there. Heck, I watch TV while I feed Will his bottles. Will can actually watch too, but explain to me how a baby who has his/her little face mashed into your chest can see the TV?
Lady, you have a loooooong road ahead of you if you're worried over something like this!
And the speed bump? How I feel for that child. Imagine the hoverer his mother is going to be. She may as well just go ahead and get him encased in Lucite. Or better yet, just stay at home and never leave the house. OK, that's kind of sad. Agoraphobia is no laughing matter. It reminds me of this book I read awhile back about a slightly agoraphobic single mother who ended up trying to off herself and her young son by running the car with the garage door closed. She couldn't stand the thought of him going off to kindergarten and being away/growing away from her. It ended up that he died, but she lived through it somehow...so she got her way, just not in the way she'd planned.
Now I'm sniffling. Damn Parents magazine...
Wait, here's one more:
Will I traumatize my child if I let her cry in her crib for a minute while I finish using the bathroom?
No, you should absolutely run out of there, mid-stream, the moment you hear a peep from your child's crib. Or better yet, just start wearing Depends and stop being so selfish as to take "me" time to empty your bladder.
Sheesh.
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I admit, we had to go over some massive construction "dips"on our way home from the hospital with Relia. I literally held her head in place, I was so nervous. She just seemed so floppy. That lasted all of one day though.
People have to be allowed to ask the stupid questions, otherwise, we may be afraid to ask the important ones. But maybe these particular parents should have gotten a pediatrician instead of a magazine subscription.