What were they thinking?!

What a simple joy it is to listen to Lydia independently play. She has reached a stage where her imagination and speech have blended and I get a front-row seat to reenactments of all of her experiences.

Lydia loves to play “House.” She carries her babies around with her, pretending to feed them. At times if I am not paying attention she may even try to give them a bath. I have to keep a keen eye, though. To a little girl, a toilet bowl looks way too similar to a bath tub.

The interesting thing is that without any prompting from me, air max 90 femmes the toys, games and imaginative play she uses are a display of instinctive nurturing and child-rearing skills. It’s as though she is pre-programed to care for little ones.

As a boy I didn’t play any of the same types of games. Pushing cars around in a sand box and building Lincoln Log houses was my routine.

When we first decided to have a child, we didn’t plan on having me home to raise her. I thought I would be the main breadwinner, but the economy and my wife’s work success changed that.

So I found myself — with almost no life experience — being handed a baby to care for. I would have been less nervous if they had handed me an un-pinned grenade.

To make matters harder, there seemed to be no single way to parent. Rather, there were lots of theories. And nobody told me about the weeks when she would be teething. (I like to refer to those as “hell weeks.”) I had to learn to be a caregiver after a lifetime of playing Legos, sports and working in the professional world. It was a big change and it took a lot of work to get myself caught up.

Then one day my biggest fear became real. I was alone with Lydia and she started to choke.

Without a thought I grabbed her and I perfectly followed, step-by-step, the recommended procedure to clear her throat. Within seconds she was back to normal. When I had a moment to think, roshe run nm br I realized that when I saw my baby in trouble, something inside of me took over. That natural child-rearing was in me after all.

In the end, everything really can work out fine, even though we men like to see things in black and white before taking action. Sometimes, in business as well as parenting, you simply have to have faith that things will work even when you don’t have all the information to prove it.

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

I’m easy. Change seldom ruffles me. Even with this new parenting job, the dire “your life is no longer yours” warnings mostly have rung unwarranted. I don’t miss much about my pre-fathering days, mostly because I don’t view my new responsibilities as anchors so much as I see them as different sails.

However, one thing I do miss is the mid-day power nap. air jordan 13 Slipping a bit of sleep into my schedule isn’t as easy as it was before.

I didn’t used to nap every afternoon (despite what my wife thought).  Sometimes, though — whether because of a bad night of sleep, or amid some work that was particularly mentally challenging, or “just cuz” — I would lay down for 15 to 20 afternoon minutes in order to recharge. The benefits of power-napping are well researched and reported, and I was somewhat a master of capitalizing on them.

But that’s not so easy while sharing the day with a baby.

One obstacle is that when Maggie is asleep, that’s the most opportune time for me to be productive. I can get much more done when my brain isn’t persistently aware that she could interrupt me at any second with a need that only the nearest adult can fulfill. When she sleeps, I can focus. Maggie’s naps are the marrow of my workday.

Moreover — and maybe this is just a first-time-parent thing — the usually unflappable me is disquieted by the notion of sleeping while Maggie is awake. The caveat to that fear, of course, nike kobe 9 is that it exists only during the day. I don’t know how often Maggie wakes during the night, while my wife and I sleep, and lies there for minutes or hours drooling and watching shadows on the ceiling. I’m sure it happens, but I don’t lose sleep over it.

During the day, however, if I try to nap while Maggie does not, then I can’t close my eyes for more than 20 seconds without being jolted by a deep-seeded paranoia that I am leaving her defenseless from the terrors of daylight.

I have researched this a bit and found a plethora of polarized opinions. Some parents and experts claim that sleeping while the baby is awake is reckless; others say that as long as the baby is secured (such as in a hazard-free playpen) then my midday napping is just as safe as through-the-night slumber.

I’ll do more research, and I’m open to hearing advice. In the meantime, I’m pouring another cup of coffee.