Well, hello there! If you don't read my other blog, you probably don't know that I've decided to take a little blog break to hang out with my most awesome baby, but I wanted to pop in here for a minute to share a little *wisdom*.
I've been a mom for exactly 2 months and 24 days, and I can honestly say it feels like I've learned so much more in this short amount of time than I had in all of my 31 years of life. But for those of you who've yet to have your babies, I'm going to share with you the most valuable lesson I've come across so far: You don't know your baby. Not even a little bit.
Let me explain...
When I was pregnant, I made a list of all the baby things I was going to need. I didn't want my life to feel like it was being overrun by by baby gear, so I made sure to keep the list short and sweet. I stuck to the necessities: clothing, carseat, stroller, etc.. Being an avid runner, Joe was set on getting a great jogging stroller, and we did. I knew this was not an "everyday" stroller, but the thought of being a two-stroller household seemed so incredibly ridiculous to me. At the time, it made perfect sense to use the B.O.B. for for exercise purposes and longer walks, and use a baby carrier for all other purposes. I wanted the absolute BEST products on the market when it came to our baby so I registered for a couple carriers, and was fortunate enough to receive them both. I did my homework; I did all the research, read all the reviews, looked up consumer reports... made sure I was doing everything it took to ensure that what we were getting for her was no less than AMAZING. However, never in a million years would it have occurred to me that "no less than amazing" in my book, could fall into the "crap I can't stand" category in her book. It's as if I had no idea that I was bringing a whole different person into this world with ideas and feelings separate from my own.
So here I was, with all the perfect baby gear when lo and behold, I slowly came to the realization that she hates it... ALL OF IT. We got a solid couple months out of our car seat before she started balling her eyes out every time we went to strap her in. She doesn't like to be held for long periods of time, which means that all the time I was going to spend toting her around in a baby carrier was pretty much a pipe dream. After even more research, we finally found and ordered a car seat that is more suited to her needs. And to top it all off, since she is still too small for our current stroller, I knew we would HAVE to become a two-stroller household if I ever wanted to get her out of this apartment. At the baby store this afternoon, she screamed her head off the second I'd place her in any of the strollers. Except for one... the ugliest, clunkiest one in the whole store. The one that in no way, shape or form I would have even thought of buying before she was born because it didn't fit it with my whole master plan. It didn't fit in with the person I supposed her to be. That's when it dawned on me... Yes, I am her mom, but by no means does that mean that I'll always have the answers, or does it give me the right to assume that I know what's right for her. A lot of that stuff, a lot of who she is, was predetermined long before she was even born. And believe it or not, my little almost-3 month old is telling me what's best.
*Lucia in a hat. She HATES hats. Had I known, or even considered that before she was born, I probably wouldn't have invested in a drawer full's worth.