I got Peeper into a back carry with the wrap today! Twice!
She was quite patient with me while I got it all situated, and then was happy enough up there for us to take a couple of practice walks around the backyard.
We did go to Target later this evening, but I wore her on my front, as usual. The first time I do this without the bed behind me and the mirror in front of me, I definitely want Shrike there to spot us!
I know that before long, Peeper’s going to be getting too big to comfortably wear in a front carry, facing out and since she likes to see what’s going on, I’m thinking a back carry would be good.
So, I have to learn how to do that!
A couple of months ago, I asked DoulaK to show me how to get her onto my back, and she demonstrated with a mei tai, saying, “This is the way I do it – but you won’t do it. I know you’re you’re never going to do this in the middle of the Target parking lot.”
Well, of course, I took that as a challenge, and although I still haven’t, I am determined that I will put her on my back in the Target parking lot at some point!
In general, I prefer the wrap to any of our other carriers, so I’m trying to master a back carry with it. I’ve seen a video and know what I need to do, I just need a lot of practice, because Peeper gets bored and starts fussing before I can get everything all tied up.
Today, in response to a post asking for quick, easy recipe ideas (more on that later, I’m sure), one of my British baby-led weaning buddies suggested I wear Peeper on my back while cooking, if she’s not happy to sit and play on her own for long enough to get anything done.
Which reminded me that DoulaK had made the very same suggestion, oh, months ago.
(I’d tried putting her on my back a few months ago and I could do it, but didn’t feel secure at all.)
So, I decided that, although my ultimate goal is to perfect the back carry with the wrap (thus one-upping what DoulaK told me I’d never do) I might as well try out the other carriers for the time being.
I didn’t get any photos with the mei tai, but it went pretty well, although I didn’t have her quite centered in it and I need to experiment with exactly how to wrap the straps.
It was quite easy to get her all set up in the not-an-Ergo (it’s Ergo-like, but a knock-off brand), but wasn’t as comfortable for me.
I’m a little hesitant to wear this one in public, though, (and now I’m also a little iffy about the wrap instructions that seem to have it ending up in the same positions as the straps of the Ergo) because here’s what happens when you take breasts that are already quite large, plus they are lactating, and then you cinch a belt really tightly right below them, and another right above. . . .
We did a little grocery shopping tonight.
Peeper actually only rode in the cart for a few minutes. The plan was for Shrike to wear her, but she had to go to the potty when we got there, so we put Peeper in the cart until she was finished and got the wrap on.
She seemed to like it at first, but then was trying to pull my shirt off and/or climb up my chest while I pushed the cart, so we figured we should go ahead with the wearing plan, rather than dealing with that all the way through the store.
(The other thing I don’t like so much about the idea of putting her in the cart is that then we have to stay right with the cart, rather than being able to leave it in one spot while we, say, gather fruits and veggies from all over the produce department. Well, that and the cart is for big kids and she’s just a bay-bee!)
She wasn’t too keen on being worn, though and at first I thought she needed to nurse (that shirt-pulling-off thing) but it turned out that what she really wanted was to walk.
Shrike offered to walk with her, but I put the kibosh on that plan because I really do not want her to think, at nine and a half months old, when she doesn’t have enough balance to stand independently for more than three seconds, that she gets to walk through the grocery store.
It’s fine and dandy if we’re all together and Mommy wants to break her back following her around, but I would be screwed the next time I took her to the grocery or Target or, well, anywhere alone.
So, we ended up with me wearing her, and she seemed pretty okay with that, as long as we kept moving.
We didn’t pick up any chicks tonight, but we did run into our neighbors from across-the-street-and-next-door, who couldn’t get over how big Peeper’s getting, because they haven’t seen her since the day we brought her home from the hospital.
(Yeah, it’s a real tight-knit neighborhood.)
We had a great time at PrideFest today. The weather wasn’t too warm – and a few sprinkles late in the day made it quite comfortable – and we got to see lots of people whom we only run into at Pride – or at Democratic Party events.
And, we might have made some new friends – two different sets.
Not long after we got there, we were walking along and I heard a woman say, “Hey – more baby wearers!”
She had her eight-month-old son in a ringsling, so we started talking about baby carriers, and ended up sitting with them while Peeper nursed and their little guy slept, and comparing parenting notes.
Their baby was born three weeks early and it sounds like he had a lot of the same issues Peeper did with breastfeeding. He never did start latching, so she’s exclusively pumping. I told her how impressed I was that she’d been doing that for eight months, after having done it for “only” six weeks!
They seem to be very much on the same page as us, in terms of parenting style and – get this – they are even doing baby led weaning, so we swapped stories about scaring grandmothers with greenbeans and developing manual dexterity!
They live almost an hour from us, which is a bummer, but maybe we’ll manage to meet up in the middle sometime.
Later, we met another couple who has a five-year-old, and would like to have another, but would need a gestational carrier (surrogate), so we told them about our friend who is a surrogate, and it turns out they live in the same town as her. (Shrike’s work town.)
So, we’re going to give their contact information to her, because she’s mentioned that she’d like to carry one more (that will be all they’ll allow, because then she’ll have had four c-sections) – or she might know another surrogate who might be interested.
Here are some photos from our big day.
All dressed up and ready to go.
Just arrived at the park, ready to see the sites with Mommy. (The hat didn’t last very long.)
Lesbian Mama Pride WIN!
Rockin’ out to Tiffany. (Yes, that Tiffany.)
Peeper had a big day today.
We started with a cook out at our friends D & E’s house, in celebration of both the Fourth, and E’s retirement from the local police department.
Everyone was appropriately impressed with Peeper’s handling of a hamburger patty (okay, a couple of quarters of a patty), forksful of potato salad and baked beans, and – a new one for her – corn on the cob.
(Don’t worry, Anonymama, by the time she gummed anything off, it was creamed corn!)
D’s parents were quite taken with Peeper, and her dad gave her a walking lesson.
(Please forgive all the conversation in the background.)
She also spent a good bit of time just sitting around.
And standing around. (Yes, we were spotting her very closely when she was standing. But not while sitting – she’s pretty much got that one down!)
Yeah, this didn’t last long. Still hates tummy time.
(Note that we were smart enough to strip her down to a diaper first. I did not, however, strip myself down, and now my white shirt has strawberry stains on it.)
Before watching the fireworks display, from the Target parking lot – well away from the traffic and the big boom boom booms.
Happy Independence Day!
Peeper got a little fussy while we were in Target this evening, so she and I went over to the patio furniture for a little goody.
Mommy met us there after picking up a few things, by which point she was sound asleep.
I gave her back, got her all tucked in, and we finished our shopping. She didn’t wake up til we were checking out.
Here we are, taking a little break in the middle of an afternoon full of “adventures.”
(Boring people call them “errands.”)
After Mommy left for work, Peeper finished up a nap and then we got moving.
First stop was the roadside fruit and veggie stand near our house, for tomato and bellpepper plants, bananas, a bellpepper, a squash, a zucchini, three asparagus spears and three eggs.
Most of the veggies are experimental, for Peeper, hence the small amounts.
When I explained, the lady was nice enough to give me just a few asparagus. In hopes, I’m sure, that Peeper will like them and I’ll come back for more. I think they are the most expensive thing that they sell.
The eggs are for the incredibly delicious, and amazingly dairy-free, brownies that I’m planning to make, as my birthday “cake” for our party on Sunday.
Next stop was the post office, to send out (yes, we’re awful, I know!) cards to Anonymama, LadyKay and OurLovelySIL for Mother’s Day and LK’s birthday (tomorrow). There’s also a gift in there for Anonymama, and some gently-used pregnancy paraphrenalia for OLSIL. We did manage to get LK’s gift to her on time, but only because it was delivered via email, and BabyBro actually placed the order. Oh yeah, and I sent them a check for our share of that, too.
(Just so you know, there is no irony at all in the blogonym “HisLovelyWife,” or any of its variations. She really is just the sweetest, nicest person you could ever meet, and I can’t think of anything more accurate to call her. If she’s reading this and would like to request a different blogonym, I would be happy to oblige, though.)
Then, we made a quick stop at our favorite convenience store for a barbecue pulled-pork sandwich and a sugar-free-vanilla-caramel-decaff-soy-latte (the coffee was free, with a coupon!).
I changed Peeper’s diaper in the car, then nursed her for a little while, but she didn’t seem too interested, so I packed her back up and we headed to the bank to deposit a zillion checks.
Seriously, I think there were nine checks in all! One insurance reimbursement for a Synagis shot (long story), a paycheck from TutoringOnline, a small reimbursement from a doctor of some sort for an overpayment, and several birthday and Mother’s Day gifts.
Peeper did a great job with all the stops and getting out of the carseat and into the wrap, then back again, but she hit her limit in the drive-through at the bank, so I pulled into the parking lot and nursed her to sleep (that’s the photo above).
Our last stop was the vet’s office, to pick up GirlCat, who spent the night being observed and tested for a urinary tract infection. I called on our way over and told them I had a sleeping baby in the car., and they were nice enough to bring the kitty to the car, take the credit card, and come back out with a receipt.
Now we’re home, GirlCat is isolated in my bathroom (there are some incontinence issues going on, hopefully just secondary to the UTI, and thus, temporary), the veggies are sitting in the kitchen waiting to be dealt with, and Peeper’s just woken up from finishing her nap in my lap.
Which, I suppose, means that this post is complete.
Update 7:15 pm:
Guess what I found on the dining table about an hour ago?
Another check from the insurance company for another Synagis shot.
Really glad to have it, because Caremark really wants their money from us, but it would have been nice if I’d known it was there before I went to the bank!