*Thanks to Eric for the sweet, sweet pic!
PSYCH. (Yeah, I’m bringing it back.)
I wish I made these. My crochet venture went a little something like this:
I figured out a stitch technique that probably would’ve been enough to squeak out a blanket, but my interest level fizzled out faster than a sparkler on the 4th of July. End of story.
And really…it’s not my fault. I inherited this start-a-baby-blanket-yet-never-finish-it character flaw. My aunt started a baby blanket for my cousin while he was in the womb. He’s 29 years old now…and still waiting for his blanket. It's clearly her fault I am the way I am.
Thank goodness someone gifted us this adorable mint green hat and booties for me to claim as my own. Phew. I’m envisioning the photographic hay day we’re going to have with the homemade hat and booties I MADE once the baby gets here. Shut your mouth, Internet. Mind your own beeswax.
And here’s the other thing…we had our childbirth class not long ago. First off, talk about a real snoozer. Literally. I dozed off at one point. Oops. Eric will attest to this. But in my defense, it was a part of the class where even the nurse instructor said something about it being okay if she caught a sleeper during this part. After all, the lights were off, drapes were closed, we were on the ground with our pillows and blankets, and we were supposed to be practicing calming breathing techniques.
Ummm, DOES SHE KNOW ME AT ALL?!?!
I could fall asleep with a railroad train blaring next to me, let alone this cozy environment she spoon fed me. Totally her own fault. Good thing Eric nudged me and I jostled awake before she flicked the lights back on.
Oh, and what got me on this tangent (sorry ‘bout that!) was the thought that I’m not sure making a baby blanket is such a great idea anymore anyway. See? There’s always a reason why nothing is my fault. DUH.
This instructor - and all the other books and such I’ve been reading - have planted the fear of SIDS so firmly in my head that I’m going to be afraid to ever bring a blanket near the kid. He’ll likely live a life of chilliness, but he’ll be free and clear of SIDS, gosh darn it! And when he’s old enough to dial the phone with his numb and slightly blue-ish little fingers, he can call the instructor and ask what this thing called a “blanket” is that people talk about.
43 days to go! :)
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Its true - she did fall asleep! I noticed she fell asleep about 5 minutes into the "relaxation techniques." Which made me mad. Mostly because I wanted to fall asleep, and now I was going to have to stay awake so I could make sure to wake her up before it was over!! If you know anything about either one of us, its that neither one of us need to be using any sort of "relaxation techniques."
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ReplyDeleteI will NEVER forget when Dakota was 2 months old and started rolling over onto her stomach. I sat at her crib for over 2 hours, rolling her back over to her back. Finally, I called an on call nurse, practically in tears asking what I should do. She told me if she's strong enough to roll over then she should be okay.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I got a good night sleep until Dakota was well past 1 years old though! :)