It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Oh, Ergo, how I love thee

I have a new baby. (I know, I KNOW! I haven’t yet named the old new baby! I’m behind before I even start.) New New baby comes three days a week. After a week of so of visits, he has now begun his first week in Daycare. Mummy and Daddy are both back at work. This is the real deal now.

He’s not doing badly, all in all. In fact, he’s doing very well. The key to his adjustment? Unlike many newbies, he’s turning to me for comfort.

This, ladies and gentlemen? This. is HUGE.

Virtually all babies, for that first week or two, are sad and disoriented. They are in a strange environment (a week or two of visits does not make it familiar), and mummy and daddy, their sources of comfort and security, are nowhere to be seen.

No wonder they cry.

But until they view me as an alternate source of comfort and security, they are ALL ALONE IN THE WORLD!!!!

They are all alone, and VERY VERY LOUD.

Poor mites.

Now, this is normal. This is what I expect when I take on a new baby. (Remembering that babies, when they start with me, are a year old, well old enough to have expectations of the world. Expectations in which I most certainly do NOT figure. Expectations which I am, not to put too fine a point on it, royally forking up…)

But New New Baby is not that way. From the very first minute alone with me, he knew my purpose in his life. “OH! You WONDERFUL not-mama! You are HUMAN! You have ARMS! You can PICK ME UP AND HOLD ME TIGHT!!!”

And by tight, I mean tight. This boy clambers up my torso so as to bury his face in my neck, and clings like a little baby ape whose mummy is swinging through the tree-tops. It’s rather endearing. Sweaty, but endearing. The moment he has achieved full-body cling, the tears cease. Instantly, and for as long as he’s in my arms.

After a while of uber-clinging, he’ll sit back on my lap, start to take in his surroundings, and even make cheerful commentary on it.

“Dit! Dit, dah! Dah, dah, dah, dzat!” (‘D’ appears to be the consonant of the week.)

This, too, is very endearing.


New, New Baby is a Big Big Boy. I don’t know his weight for sure, but I’m guessing a solid 14 or 15 kg (30 pounds). The boy is a TANK.

A cuddly, needy tank. Who wants — needs! — to be held all.the.time.

And so I say again, Ergo, how I love thee. I’m still sweaty, but I can move. I can interact with the others. And my home? Is howl-free.

I am a happy, albeit sweaty, woman.

July 14, 2011 Posted by | daycare | , , , | 9 Comments

Ergo, an Ergo!

You recall that post I wrote a few days back, in which I was craving an Ergo? Since writing that I had decided I would have to wait a few months on the Ergo. Too many other expenses (like fabric, ahem) (for hats and bags, which makes it a legit expense! really!) precluded a purchase of that magnitude.


It wasn’t such a hardship. New Baby, as I’ve said many times, is having a very easy transition. Though a baby carrier would be convenient, it isn’t desperately needed as it would be were she an anxious, fretful child. So I can live without an Ergo for another little while.


And then I got an amazing email. A wonderful, fabulous, so-good, very cool note.

I had mentioned a local baby-and-toddler-toy-and-cool-stuff store. A fairly high-end one, but full of clever, creative, funky stuff? And I had groused a smidge about the prices while admitting I get all sorts of inspiration from its stock.

The email was from Jen, owner of that store. She’d noticed a spike in hits on her website, and followed it back to me. Causing me to break out in a cold sweat and scramble back to the post to make sure I hadn’t been too snarky…

She liked the blog, she said. (Oh, aren’t you wonderful, I said to myself.) Moreover, she’d noticed that I was looking for a baby carrier, and…

here comes the wonderful bit…

if I hadn’t yet gotten one, she’d be happy to give me an Ergo.


Was that not nice and generous (and gracious and forgiving)?!

Things like that just do not happen to me. I’m the person sitting next to the woman who wins the door prize, the one whose ticket number is 2 away from the winning ticket at the school’s lottery, the one who has yet to win an eBay auction, who remembers the amazing three-forone coupon three days after it expired. That’s me.

I’m not the one who writes a post (with a teeny edge, no less) and wins a prize I wasn’t even trying for!

But I am this week. Whee!

Two days later I popped down to Three Little Monkeys, and the lovely… um… I forgot to ask her name, I was so fixated on MY NEW ERGO!!!… anyway, she was lovely. She helped me choose one and showed me how to use it, using a life-like doll. The next day I tried it with New Baby. I was a little clumsy but managed not to drop her, and she, being the easy-going muffet that she is, was as cooperative as a 12-month-old who hasn’t a clue why you’re tossing her around could possibly be.

Between the both of us, we got her ensconced on my back. Yay! I wore her for a few minutes and it was comfy enough. I adjusted it a bit, and tried again. Even better.

Vistas of freedom stretch before me: bus trips with only a single-seater stroller. Yay! Getting lunch ready without a baby trying to scale my legs. Yay! Having an empty seat in the four-seater stroller to carry a picnic lunch or extra-large sand toys. Yay!


Thank you, Jen.

I have an Ergo. Isn’t that amazing???

May 19, 2011 Posted by | Ottawa | , , , | 11 Comments