We went to our first infant care class last night. The instructor focused on what to expect in the hospital and the first few weeks home with Baby K. It was good to learn all the stuff about the hospital—there were a lot of things that we didn’t know about and now, if and when they happen, we won’t be freaking out. Most of the at-home stuff was common sense once it was explained to us. I could see how something simple could freak a sleep-deprived parent out at 2 a.m., so I guess it’s good to hear all of these things beforehand.

We had a mini-introduction to baby massage, learned helpful hints on how to take a rectal temperature (eek!), and how to make baby burritos (swaddling). I’d have to see the freakiest part of the evening was the discussion about circumcision. Not the procedure itself, but Baby K’s reaction. She was quiet most of the evening. Then, when the instructor started talking about how and when it is done and by whom, Baby K started freaking out. We’re not talking about a few kicks in the ribs; we’re talking about a belly full of feet, knees, elbows and fists. As soon as we moved to another topic, she quieted down. Hmmmmm. What do you think this means? Could she have been doing the Snoopy Dance because she won’t have to have that done or was she trying to tell us something else? Is she really a he? Was he trying to say “You can put me in pink onesies, but keep those snips away from me!” It was very curious indeed.

 

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