| Wednesday, March 21, 2007 |
| Morning Nap |
The Hippo is asleep in his swing. I was listening to NPR this morning and they were talking about the average amount of hours per week working moms spend engaging with their children as compared to the average hours/week stay-at-home moms (SAHMs)spent with their kids in the 70s. Surprisingly, the number is quite a low 11 hours/week and is the same for both groups. The interviewee went on to speculate as to why that is, but she seemed to feel that 11 hrs/week is a lot. Huh? Did I miss something? I guess you could say that about school-age kids who are gone most of the day, but toddlers and babies? The number HAS to be much higher.
When I was pregnant, I thought of the Hippo as my constant companion. That hasn't really changed. What really scares me, though, is that when I do get the rare moment out alone (like my run to the library yesterday for the Natural Infant Hygiene Book - more on that later), I'm not constantly thinking about him. Gulp. I'm his mother, after all. If I don't think of him, who will? Now, his Grandma thinks about him pretty much all the time and I'm sure Daddy M was thinking of him (he was babysitting). I don't know. Perhaps this is silly, but the point is that it bugged me that my mind drifted away from him while I was out.
I have an appointment with my midwife today. Birth control related (I'll spare you the icky details). She called this morning to say that she may not make our appt because a woman just called her in early labor. Ugh. I don't mind the rescheduling. Not in the least. The thought of someone in early labor reminded me that,hey, I never got to labor AT ALL. I have no idea what it's like. This makes me want to cry. |
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