A friend of mine recently had herself a wonderful, beautiful, baby girl. This friend of mine and I go round and round sometimes. She is the type that I still don’t know why I’m friends with her except to say it has been 12+ years and she is a stage 5 friend clinger.
She recently joined my daughter and I for a lunch out to a restaurant. I’ve seen her baby a couple of times in her 20 days here on earth. I happily held her while waiting for our food, my child content to color her menu, while we chatted. No big deal, aside from the fact that the conversation was a bit all over and was starting to get on my nerves. Cora’s food came early so I passed the baby back to her mother but the mother shoved her right back at me. Hold her, cuddle, isn’t it great. Yes, it is precious holding a baby but my child needs her food set up so take your own kid.
This occurrence, shoving her child at me, kept on. Hold her, she would demand. She followed me back to my house where I needed to lay my toddler down for a nap and the dog was demanding my attention and she kept shoving that baby at me like it was cocaine. Listen, I sniffed that baby’s head, I cuddled her, cooed at her but now I have shit to do and my kid needs rocked longer because she has been putting up this new fight when we put her down.
Doesn’t holding her make you want another? You aren’t getting younger. It was in fact the day of my 35th birthday but thanks for reminding me about my eggs slowly shriveling away.
No, consistently holding your child is actually making my anxiety go through the ceiling because my kid needs me in the other room and the dog is getting worked up because she thinks it is her time since the baby is in said other room “napping.” So no, it is doing the reverse effect from what you want. I’m realizing I can’t handle it at all.
And you know what, this isn’t the first time someone has done this to me! Is this a thing? Shove a baby at someone so their ovaries cry?
I sat and rocked my almost two year old and rubbed the side of her face for 15 minutes until she fell asleep. Her teeth are killing and she suddenly doesn’t lie down on her own. You know what makes it okay? I don’t have another child to tend to, aside from the dog, just her. There isn’t a baby crying in the next room to send my anxiety through the ceiling. Just her. We can tackle these hurdles together.
I just literally know that right now, I can’t and don’t want to do it, the second child thing. I’m cool with that but some apparently aren’t. So I’m going to go on strike holding other babies. I can still sniff my own child’s head and it smells good:)