Problem Solving Wednesday, Oct 29 2008 

I love elegant solutions.

This past week, I threw myself into solving the problems I’ll encounter going back to work, and I’m really satisfied with my pumping solution.

We’re moving, and instead of a 30 minute walk/bus ride, I’ll have an hour bus ride to and from work. I must schlep briefcase, purse, lunch, breastmilk cooler, and pump, which is an awful amount of stuff to schlep.  Oh, and I’m on a budget, I need to do this as cheaply as possible.

So, for pumping at work, I needed a pump, something to pump into, and transportation solutions for both. I bought the Lansinoh double electric because it was the cheapest good pump. Bonus, it didn’t come with a huge ugly tote to schlep. Malus, I needed something to carry all the fiddly bits in.

On impulse, I picked up this train case from the Container Store.  I wasn’t sure the pump body even would fit, but everything fits as if it was made for it!  The tubing goes in the zippered mesh compartment of the lid, where it can’t be damaged, the pump base and adapter go in the bottom of the main compartment with the flanges and two collection bottles on top.  The diaphragms and valves go in the zippered flap pocket and sit on top of the pump and flanges so they won’t be damaged.  There’s a gusseted inner pocket where I can keep a soft towel for drying off the parts.  I can even keep a Sharpie for dating storage bottles in one of the brush pockets.

I picked up a small cooler for ten bucks from Babies R Us.  My hands-free solution was free.  I already had storage bottles.  My total cost was approximately $180, fifty smackers less than the cheapest equivalent setup, and with a smaller footprint.  I’ve done a few test runs and am extremely smug about it.

But I find that all the elegant solutions in the world don’t make me feel a whit better about leaving my baby.  I wish I could take him with me.  But even if such practice was acceptable and permitted, I couldn’t.  I spend too much time in the lab.

What is WRONG with people these days? Sunday, Oct 26 2008 

Seriously, I don’t know.

We always sit in the same general place during Mass; in the very back, on the left side (lady’s room is on that side), in a pew where we can get seats on the outer aisle.  I find it convenient to have easy access to the bathroom with a baby who occasionally sees fit to poop out of his diaper during Mass (who wouldn’t?).

And the number of people that insist on entering that pew from the outer aisle instead of from the center aisle just boggle my mind.  Why do they want to climb over or around a family of three including an infant instead of squeezing past the one person sitting on the center aisle?  I don’t know.  Normally we’ll have gotten up to let people into the pew at least three times before (or during!) Mass, and may I grumble about how silly it is to insist on entering from the side with the most people seated, but I get up.

Today I was nursing GeekBaby before Mass when yet another person wanted into the pew.  And this time I really couldn’t get up.  He’s entering that easily distractible phase and hasn’t been eating well; I didn’t want to disrupt a really good feed.  I told her that I was sorry, but he was eating and I really couldn’t get up, she would have to go around.

And she got huffy.  Really huffy, forced her way past us anyway (it was too violent to term squeezing), and nearly banged GeekBaby in the head.  Which, of course, distracted him from his meal.  And then she moved almost all the way down to the center aisle anyway!

And I just Don’t. Get. It.  Why is it such a big deal to enter the pew from the outer aisle instead of the center aisle?  The Mass hadn’t begun, the procession wasn’t taking up the aisle, there just doesn’t seem to be a reason to climb over two adults and an infant and then go all the way down to the other end of the pew anyway, instead of just entering from the other end where there’s only one gentleman sitting.

…Of course the homily today was about being charitable to others, which made me feel bad about my behavior.  The Husband says that I don’t need to, that I didn’t do anything wrong, that I had a good reason not to get up.  All of which is technically true, what makes me feel bad was my attitude.  This is one of my pet peeves, and my words were brusque because of it.  The whole incident just bugs me.

Too Fast Sunday, Oct 26 2008 

GeekBaby is so big now.  I thought he was big when he was born, when we brought him home from the hospital, but I was wrong.  He was so tiny, all nine pounds of him, that his crib seemed to swallow him.  I could cradle him with one arm.  A big baby everyone said, but he was still so very tiny.

 

3 Days

3 Days

 

And now, at 3 months, he’s so big.  He’s come perilously close to doubling his birthweight.  At two months he was 15 lbs. 3.5 oz.  Now I estimate he’s over 16.  He sleeps in the crook of my crossed legs and makes them tired.  I can’t cradle him with one arm anymore.  When I do cradle him, his feet stick out into the armrest of any chair I sit in.  In the mei tai, his head comes up to my chin.  He’s as big as a six month old.  He smiles.  He laughs.  He makes burbles and growls and coos when I sing silly songs at him, like he’s trying to sing along. He looks at me with mischief in his eyes.  He clings to my shoulder looking around and perches his little bum on my forearm, for all the world like I’m a falconer and he’s a falcon waiting to be thrown.

And I’m finding I’m not ready for this.  I’m not ready for him to be so big and heavy and strong and eager to take on the world.  I look at him and wonder where my little baby went.

 

3 Months

3 Months

Terror of the Mommy! Thursday, Oct 23 2008 

Today I finished GeekBaby’s Halloween costume.  Best First Halloween EVER.

Minimalist Changing Pad Thursday, Oct 23 2008 

I don’t like to carry a lot of stuff.  I also tend to act on whims without a lot of thought.  There have been times in GeekBaby’s brief life where I needed to get away.  So I just popped him into a carrier and away we went… to the grocery store, or work, or wherever I fancied, on foot.  But GeekBaby is heavy enough, and our trips were short enough, that I just left the diaper bag at home.

So far, it’s always worked out.  But I know that sometimes you really need those diapers and wipes.  Sometimes a simple diaper change goes terribly, terribly wrong.  So I looked for a small changing pad/diaper pod thing that would fit in my purse.

They have pods to snap onto strollers, sling under them, even defy gravity by hovering over them, but they just aren’t made to fit in purses.  I have room in my purse to carry a large paperback or a knitting project in addition to the usual suspects, but I could not for love or money find a changing pad.

Fine.

I’ll make my own.

Screw you, baby product manufacturers.

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