Saturday: Baby Voodoo

Vegan Goodness:

Today we ate:

  • Breakfast: Green smoothies for Mom and LP followed by waffles for everyone!
  • Lunch: Leftover vegetable mu-shu and leftover peanut pumpkin soup
  • Mom made some pumpkin oatmeal cookies- she and Dad each had one just to have a “taste”
  • Dinner: Slow-cooker lentil soup
  • Pumpkin Oatmeal cookies for dessert!

Money Matters:
Nothing spent today!

Mom Musings:

Having kid has taught me that I do some crazy things at 2 in the morning.  Not interesting crazy things like belting out songs at a bar or making drunk phone calls.  Regular old parent crazy things, like searching through the dryer for the “lucky” baby blanket, or singing the “cheesecake” song over, and over, and over again.  I’ve always been a little superstitious.  When I played basketball in high school I spent one season eating the same sandwich before every game.  I used to avoid a specific parking spot at work after a particularly bad day.

This superstition has carried over into the way I deal with babies.  I know I’m not alone with this – my friends and I call it “baby voodoo.”  If my baby sleeps well one night I will do everything in my power to recreate the situation from that night, from the blanket she was swaddled in to the words I uttered as put her down to sleep.  I’ve decided my baby sleeps best when she has her head towards the window, and that certain pajamas are a no-go.  Not all of this is crazy.  Our little one’s both slept better with a certain type of swaddle, which does make sense.  But the nursing tank-top I wore that day or the angle of the white noise box probably had little causal relationship to any sleeping that was done.

This attempt to hang on to things that “work” is an attempt to maintain some sort of control over something that can’t really be controlled: babies.  Kids added a whole level of uncertainty to my life, and I dealt with that, in part, by pretending that I had more opportunities for control than I did.  I’ve been a bit better about quelling these superstitious impulses with my second baby, but they still creep out, especially at night.  At 4 in the morning today I was considering changing IP’s outfit into one she had worn earlier – and slept better in – out of sheer desperation.  It almost made me look forward to the day when I can talk and reason with her.  Then I remember that she will then be even closer to being a teenager and I decided to count my blessings that a little crankiness at 4am was all I had to deal with.

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