Quick follow-up on Friday’s post about the summer heat.
Last night we installed the window units in our apartment – it was muggy as hell and with the little guy having sweated a fair amount the night before, we didn’t want to take any chances. So I threw one in his window and turned it on.
Then came hours of worrying. Was it too cold? Is he wearing enough? Is the filter clean? What if we just use the Fan setting? Will he be to hot? Can we set it to turn off automatically?
Last year at this time, as New York was entering what would prove to be a sweltering, relentless summer of 90 degree days and off-the-charts humidity, my wife was bracing herself. Despite our plans to a) not have a Fall baby (Fall is already overloaded with holidays for us) and b) not be pregnant during the summer, both of those things were well past the point of no return. She was six months in and it was about to get unbearably hot.
Window units offer little respite from the heat in a NYC apartment building, especially one on the top floor. Summer was no picnic for totally un-pregnant, occasionally drunk me, I can only imagine how miserable it was for my totally super-pregnant, never-eve-close-to-drunk, constantly achy wife.
Thankfully, one year later and 8 months into parenthood, that’s all over. Except now we have a kid to worry about, with another hot summer on the horizon. Sigh.
Can babies melt?
We did it.
More honestly: He did it.
If you’re wondering where I’ve been for the past two weeks, here it is: we flew overseas and back. With our 8-month-old. And despite the many misgivings of friends and family, not to mention the stunned looks of fellow passengers and other people we met on our travels, we lived to tell about it. All three of us!
We leave for a long plane ride in two days. My son will is going to hit the 8-month mark while we’re on vacation in Ireland. I’ve almost been too busy to have anxiety about the trip, but I won’t pretend I’m not nervous about my son’s first plane ride. Nervous and scared. Mostly that another passenger will get so pissed about my unruly child that he’ll yell at my wife and things will get physical, but still. Valid concerns.
We’ve gotten some tips for flying with a baby, things like: try Benadryl and bring a new toy to distract and confuse him with its newness. And we may or may not try these. But there’s one tip we’ve been trying already – it’s all about conditioning my son for what he’s about to experience in order to make it easier on both him and ourselves.
And that tactic has inspired a list of other ways to train my baby and subsequently improve my quality of life. You’ve read about my Cry It Out experience so you should know by now that I am not afraid to make my son a guinea pig, so here we go again. Please note that despite some similarities in spirit, this list should not be confused with my primer on raising a champion.
My son was born the day before my anniversary. Barely a month before my wife’s birthday, which itself is side by side with Halloween – which she treats as a 2nd birthday – not all that far from Christmas, which itself is perilously close to Valentine’s Day. It’s a never-ending season of expectation-and-delivery related stress.
I was going to post about an apparent allergy my son may have. What with Tuesday’s post about his first fever, today’s allergy post would have made this “Sickness Week” on Dad and Buried.
Fortunately for anyone excited about that theme, this impromptu post fits right in. Because when my wife told me the news that inspired it, I nearly threw up.
The Social Security Administration released the list of 2010′s most popular baby names today. And the top two were clearly inspired by “Twilight.”
My boy had his first fever on Sunday. I figure that’s pretty good, nearly 8 months in and hasn’t been sick yet? Kid’s a fighter. Or so I thought, before this weekend, when he finally came down with a temperature.
Like many other firsts for a new parent, the first time your first child is sick can be a pretty harrowing experience. Having never gone through it before, MomandBuried and I were in full-on panic-mode.