Help Me! I Have a Baby

Okay, I admit it. Having a baby does come with perks sometimes. Like today for instance. I left the house with my son. It was bad weather, so we decided to drive to the library instead of walking there. My mom was kind enough to let me borrow her car.

But as soon as I reached the car, I encountered a problem. I was blocked into my parking spot by two other cars. Yes, folks, I had become the victim of New York City’s alternate side of the street parking.

What was I to do?

Well, I noticed there was a man hanging out on the stoop across from where my mom’s car was parked.

“Excuse me sir?” I called out to him “Do you know whose car this is?”
I motioned to one of the cars that was blocking my mom’s car into the spot.

“No I don’t, miss, but I can ask my friend who lives on the block.” He said.

His friend stuck his head out of the window and informed him who the car belonged to. Eventually, it was established that there was one man who was responsible for moving multiple cars on the block. It was a community effort.

Anyhow, seeing that I had a baby with me, both these men attempted to help me (graciously). One of the men (the one who was responsible for all the cars on the block) moved the car that was blocking my mom’s car.

Both men then attempted to direct me out of the tight parking spot that I was in.

After many minutes of trying and failing to get out of the parking spot, the man who had a friend on the block asked me

“You want me to do it for you?”

“Okay!” I said without any hesitation at all.

He pulled my mom’s car out of the spot in less than two minutes. He told me that he used to drive limos. It was no problem.

My son was watching all of this in his car seat. Totally mesmerized.

As I got ready to be on my way I said thank you to both men.

“Its no problem,” said the man who was the resident car mover “You got a little one there. You have a lot to take care of.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. You got a baby.” Agreed the man whose friend lived on the block.

Having a baby can work to your advantage sometimes. Especially when you are the victim of alternate side of the street parking.

Trying to Remember

Ever since I gave birth to my son, my memory fails me constantly. I joke often that I actually “gave birth to my brain”.

It’s sad actually. I have blocked out entire chunks of my life. Including specific incidents and conversations that I’ve had with people.

When I tell someone that I don’t remember something, its embarrassing. In fact, I used to have a flawless memory. I could recount to you a detailed conversation that I had with someone. That is not the case today.

I spoke with my friend and fellow mom about this today. She told me that she has also suffered a horrible memory loss after giving birth. So its not just me.

The trouble is, when I tell someone that I don’t remember something that happened, good or bad, and they don’t believe me, and there’s nothing that I can do to convince them that I’m not lying.

Believe me, I would like my memory back. It would save me some embarrassing moments. So to all those people that I have offended because I don’t remember something that I said or did, I am officially sorry.

That’s all I can do.

Perpetual Sickness

When my son was young, I kept hearing about how wonderful nursing was. Among its many benefits, it was known for building up a baby’s immune system. Needless to say, I am very pro-nursing. In fact, my son is nearly a year and I’m still at it.

But its not just nursing that builds up a child’s immune system. It is also getting sick.

My son seems to be very good at this getting sick thing.

As a mom, I try to be very active. I take my son out of the house everyday. We go for walks, we go to the library, we socialize with other kids. We are out a lot.

Needless to say, he is exposed to germs everyday. But lately, he just keeps getting cold after cold. And it is truly frustrating.

I am all for building up my son’s immune system, but lets face it, being sick bites the big one. In fact, there was a point where all three of our household members were sick.

My son, my boyfriend and myself were all passing germs back and forth like a game of catch.

I’ve heard from other parents that once my son gets into a daycare/school situation its even worse. Kids pick up colds from one another constantly at these places.

Whatever the case may be, we are stuck in a cycle of perpetual sickness.

Cloth Diaper Update Part Deux

So far I have received several emails from various cloth diaper companies saying that they would not send me samples. Today, however, I received an email from FuzziBunz stating that they would send me a sample diaper to try!

The email was quite simple. It went like this:

Sure, what is your address?

Tereson Dupuy

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When Diapers Fail

It was Passover time. My best friend came over with some kosher for passover egg noodles to make for me, my niece, and herself. She cooked them in curry with a little broccoli.

The thought didn’t even occur to me that my son would be remotely interested in the final product. But he was!

When he saw this curry noodle casserole, he looked as though he hadn’t eaten in days. So we let him have some. Within seconds, he was shoveling handfuls of it into his mouth.

Honestly, I was thrilled. I had been trying to get him to recognize that broccoli was food, and not a toy for months. Maybe all he needs is a little curry? I thought to myself.

Boy was I wrong.

That evening, my boyfriend and I went to sleep, as usual. We awakened 5:45am to a screaming baby.

“Why is he up so early?” I asked my boyfriend in my foggy sleepy state.

My boyfriend went to change our son’s diaper, his daily morning duty. But then I heard him exclaim

“Oh no! This is bad!”

I shot up out of bed to see what was going on.

I kid you not, my son was covered from head to toe in poop. Literally, from his head to his feet, there was poop everywhere.

I was so confused. I changed him into a new diaper before he went to sleep. Then I realized what it was:

The curry! He must have eaten too much of it and exploded as a result.

So, we gave him a bath at 6am. I was barely functional but it turned out fine.

Later I wrote my best friend an email telling her what happened.

Beware of massive amounts of curry! They may make your baby explode.

Going Broke to Go to Preschool

My son is barely one year old, and I am dreading when he turns two. Why I am so afraid for him to turn two? Because I can’t afford Preschool.

Currently, I am staying home with him and my boyfriend is working. We figured out that if both of us were to work, we wouldn’t be making more money.

The “extra” money brought in would go directly to paying for some sort of childcare. Thereby defeating the purpose of me working altogether.

So I chose to stay home with my son.

However, we are still really struggling to get by financially. So, by the time my son turns two, I though about enrolling him in sort of Preschool situation.

Until I started researching the possibilities.

The majority of Preschools in New York City are privately funded and extraordinarily expensive.

For example, I had heard wonderful things about the Montesorri School in Cobble Hill. So I looked up the cost of their programs or two year olds.

I kid you not, for two days a week, part-time (meaning 9am – 12pm) it is nearly $8000/year!
Clearly, this is not a viable option for my family.

And surprisingly, this is a typical cost for a preschool program.

I started to wonder if I was alone. Does everybody just suck it up and break their bank accounts to send their kids to Nursery School?

But then I met another mom at the Brooklyn Public Library who has two boys, one is almost one and the other is two and a half.

We got to talking about the whole Preschool dilemma. She, too, was in a bind. Her older son was currently enrolled in a Preschool in the East Village but it was costing her money that she didn’t have.

She was concerned about what would happen to her finances when her other son turned two.

She said to me

“There’s got to be another way.”

I agree with her. There has to be an alternative solution. But I have yet to figure it out.

Old School New School

You may be wondering why this blog is called Old School/New School Mom. Well, wonder no more!

In raising my son, I believe that it is important to take parenting ideas and advice from the previous generation (AKA the Old School) and also integrate parenting advice from our peers (AKA the New School).

You will be a better parent, I believe, if you are able to integrate these two worlds together.

For example, in previous generations, they didn’t rely so heavily on fancy electronic baby toys to entertain our kids. They simply read to their children, let them crawl around on the floor; explore and learn by doing. I like this idea. Old School.

However, I have to admit, that there are some fancy electronic flashy baby toys that are pretty neat. So I am not ruling them out all together. For example, there is a Baby Einstein toy that lights up, plays random classical music, and has interesting objects to touch that my son adores.

See? He loves it. But if you’ll notice, he is also holding a plastic bottle in his right hand that he also adores. So, he loves a lot of things, Old School and New School.

The point is, you can draw from different schools of thought to raise your child. I think this integration makes for a more well rounded child.

Remembering to Eat

I recently told my best friend that I would like to get a job where I would get paid to eat. When she asked what I meant, I replied

“My current job (the job of ‘mom’) is one where I NEVER get to eat, because I am always feeding someone else.”

And its true. As a new mom, I find that I am constantly taking care of my son, leaving me no room to take care of myself. By the end of the day I am exhausted because I have been attending to another human being’s needs all day and ignoring my own. People who don’t have children can be sympathetic to this feeling, but they can’t really understand it until they are in the situation for themselves.
But now more than ever I realize how important it is to take care of myself. I realized this because I haven’t been doing it. Most days I forget to eat at least one meal.
As a mom, it is so important to attend to your own needs. I have found that if I neglect myself, I don’t have the energy to be there for my son in the way that he needs me to be. And that disappoints me.
So the solution; eat. And remember to do it. The best time to eat is when your baby is eating; that way you don’t have to think about when to do it. It will be automatic.
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