I have had two summer babies. And the biggest drawback with a summer baby is the fact that you don’t want to be cooped up in the house on a gorgeous day. Or the fact that you can’t swim, which is more annoying when you have one child that is swimming with his dad and having a blast. Having a winter baby is a new one for me.
I completely recognize that it is the media’s number one priority to over-dramatize things so that people stay tuned in. That being said, anyone who knows me knows that I don’t need much encouragement to panic. So the fact that news channels are reporting around the clock about the severity of the flu season, is enough to land me in the mental ward of these same hospitals (read about it here).
Being a December 29 baby myself, my mother talked about similar fears resulting in overuse of antibacterial soap, face masks upon entry of our house, and being quarantined at home for several months. How ridiculous I thought when I survived to live the tale all these years later and only had experienced summer babies. Insert irony here.
Needless to say I’m a nervous wreck about this. It’s not bad enough that my other two want to practically lick this child’s face after they have been all over town and exposed to every flu infested surface. It’s not bad enough that starting next week I will be flying this show solo and will have to drag this little, unsuspecting being all around town. It’s not bad enough that I have already been constantly worried about this little man in ways I was much more relaxed (believe it or not) with the other two. Why must he make so many choking sounds for no reason? Why is he sleeping so long and so hard to wake up? AHHHHHHH!
And the really interesting thing about having a winter baby is that I’m totally ok with this hibernation. I have never been an extreme homebody. I appreciate time to relax at home, more than some of the movers and shakers I know, but I also get stir crazy and like to get out and do my thing. So the fact that I haven’t left the house since Sunday, is totally unusual for me but refreshingly amazing! It’s like Noah and I have isolated ourselves in my little den where I can keep him relatively safe and out of the flu bug’s reach!
Now of course next week when my maternity leave is over, I will have no choice but to depart from our little bungalow. However, I’m going to work very hard in tag teaming with my mom so my little bundle of joy can stay home as much as possible. It’s a good thing I’m a calm, well adjusted person or someone might interpret this as a sign of craziness…hmmmmmm.