Julie is a girl who likes being held. I’ve got two carriers, a Nojo sling that I LOVE and a homemade mei tei (?? is that what it’s called?). The problem with the sling is that it’s kind of hit or miss, it’s either super comfortable or totally not, and I can’t figure out how to make it one way or the other, it’s just luck. And with the other one, I can really only hold her facing in, and I think she’d like to look out sometimes. I’ve also got an ultimate baby wrap, but I can’t figure out how to make that work, the fabric seems to be too stretchy to hold her. I don’t know many other moms who really wear their babies, so I’m hoping that someone who does it consistently will have some recommendations 🙂
In other news… all is well here. Julianna has developed a hard core case of baby acne and I’m not happy about it. Her poor skin looks so ANGRY, all covered in little red bumps. It started out on just one cheek, moved over to the other, and is now covering her entire head. My other two never had it – and I’m wishing that I could just make it all go away. But from what google and the pediatrician tell me, it’ll probably be sticking around for a few more months… she’s still heartbreakingly beautiful to me, I just wish her skin was clear.
Jessica’s last day of school is on Tuesday. I love having her home, and am looking forward to the summer. I know that I’ll lose my patience, and be thinking longingly of the days when she was at school, but right now the thought of having my girl home with me sounds FABULOUS. I just hope that she and Sam don’t spend all summer squabbling. They’re either best friends or bitter enemies, it seems, and I’m hoping for a good summer.
Sam’s all signed up for preschool in the fall. I can’t quite believe that he’s actually old enough for school, and am sad to report that it’s not any easier to ship the second child off to school. I’m just as freaked out about it as I was when it was time to send Jess off. He’s all excited about it – he can’t wait to have his own backpack and have to pack a lunch, just like his big sister. I don’t know that it’s fully occured to him that I’m not going along to preschool with him – he’s never been to anything like this before, without me, and I hope it’s going to be a lot harder on me than it is on him. I want him to love it.
Saw my OB today for my check up. My OB is super quick, very nice guy, but fast and efficient. I saw the midwife thru the pregnancy, and she’s great too, but a lot more into chit chat. There’s no chatting with my OB :-). We’re still waiting to see if the IUD that I want is covered under our insurance, otherwise I’ll be going with the mini-pill. I don’t want to take any chances, even though I’m breastfeeding and the chances of me being fertile are next to zero. I’m fairly certain that Julianna is my last little baby… I’m 36 and Marc is 41. I like at least three years between babies, which means that I’d be 38 or 39 the next time, if there is a next time. Three kids seems perfect to me right now – but the thought of NEVER having another baby? I’m not ready to say that. After Jess, I knew I wanted at least two more, and after Sam, I knew that I wanted at least one more. And my family feels complete now. Especially when you factor in two stepdaughters – that’s five children that are tearing around my house every weekend. Yeah, we’re probably done – so why don’t I want to get my tubes tied? Why aren’t I pushing Marc to get a vasectomy? Because it just feels too final – I’m not ready to say absolutely no more babies ever. Probably. Most likely. But never? I’m not ready to say it yet.