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by Noelle

Life with Babies and Pets

You know, I heard alot of people rehome (ditch, abandon) their pets when they find out they’re pregnant.  Either that, or they wait until after they bring the baby home, and then they get rid of the pets.   I’ve had friends who were asked point-blank if they’d be removing the pets. 

I don’t subscribe to that idea.

It is quite doable to live in a house with a baby and pet(s) and have everyone get along.  We’ve been doing it for 8 months, with little problem.  But it takes work.  It takes diligence on the part of the adult pet owners (aka, parents).  And, quite frankly, it takes knowing your pets. 

I am pretty dialed in to the personalities and activities of my pets.  I know when things change with them.  I know what makes them tick.  And as much as I love them, I never loose sight of the fact that they are animals.  They will behave in certain ways, and it’s my job to learn. 

Our prep work started with our baby shower.  We received lots of cool baby gear.  Slowly, one by one, D started assembling the gear.  We’d place it where we wanted that piece to be in the house.  Then we’d leave it for the animals to explore.  Mind you, they weren’t allowed to sleep in the items.  But they were allowed to sniff and get used to them.  By doing this a little at a time, we didn’t disrupt the animals’ lives all at once.  It was a gradual change they could get used to.

We had grand plans of having my cousin record his infant crying, so we could play that at home, or to take a baby blanket from the hospital for the pets to smell, but well, that didn’t happen. 

So we brought baby home to a house of 3 cats and a dog.  Things have gone pretty well.  Sure, the pets pouted a bit.  But they got over it.  Now we’re just vigilant for any teaching opportunities…or to diffuse any problem situations. 

For example…if a pet comes close while H is watching, we make a big deal of showing her “see we pet kitty nice.”  She’s just now becoming fascinated with the animals.  So we’ll start her out right…no dragging a cat through this house on her part.  (Keep in mind….we have 3 fully-clawed cats.)

Other examples…I know Bugsy the Pug.  He loves kids.  He won’t bite or nip at H.  But Pugs like to stand/stomp on their owners.  No idea why, but it’s a Pug thing.  So we’re careful to teach him not to step on her. 

Or Kieran.  He does NOT like it when H plays Squealer Monkey.  (Familiar with that high-pitched squeal babies make?  Yeah.)  But I already knew he’d dislike that noise, since he also gets upset when D whistles.  So ok…Squealer Monkey makes her appearance, and I start with Kieran…” It’s ok bud.  She’s fine.  She’s just making noise.  Relax buddy.”  He usually calms down.

Then there’s Elly, who likes to climb on things up high….and fall off them.  So we have no baby furniture in her “drop zones”, and we remove baby if we see her heading into one.  She also likes to go behind our flat screen tv, for some reason.  D is still tasked with anchoring that, so I remove baby….and cat, if I can entice her out. 

Joey…he’s different.  He’s the one that will scratch if he feels cranky.  He’s still young.  So I just remove him.  He’s also the smallest, and easiest to remove.

My secret weapon, though, is knowing whom the animals prefer.  I “belong” to the cats, if you know what I mean.  So I use that to my advantage.  H is sleeping in the pack-n-play, and I need to use the restroom?  No problem….all 3 cats follow me.  They always have.  Even today, 8 months down the line, I headed upstairs to put away laundry, with a crowd of felines.  They can’t resist seeing what I might be doing. 

Now of course, if allergies were involved, I’d have more to do.  But they’ve done studies that suggest children exposed to pets at a young age are less likely to have allergies.  D doesn’t have them.  I only have skin allergies…and one weird food allergy.  That said…we keep the pets out of H’s room.  Once every few months I’ll allow the cats in to explore while I’m putting laundry away.  But they’re not allowed in her bed ever.  And they’re removed from the room when I leave.  At night, they sleep in our room, not her’s.

So we’re doing it.  It’s possible.  No need to rehome pets just because a baby is moving in.  I’m determined to make this work with 1 baby, 3 fully-clawed adult cats, and 1 pug.  I promised them ALL they had a home for life with me, and I’ll keep that promise.  It just takes a little work…and knowing that this is important for D and I, who are HUGE animal loves, and for H, who is already showing herself to be an animal lover.  It’s a trait I want to foster.

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8 Months Old…And the Lights Come On

H turned 8 months old over the weekend, and I kid you not, it’s like she turned on a switch.  As if her little brain said “ok, hey, I’m 8 months old now.  I should do some stuff.”  And do some stuff, she has.

On Friday, D found that tooth number 2 made an appearance.  That would probably explain why she didn’t seem to feel too well last week.

On Saturday, H demonstrated to Daddy that she can put a spoon into her mouth while eating.  Not with food on it, mind you.  And it’s flipped over.  But it’s a start.

H also demonstrated to Daddy that she is getting much more adept at putting the puffs into her mouth herself.  IN FACT, as of dinner last night, 50% of the time she gets the food into her mouth.  (The other 50% lands in the pocket on her bib…for the dog later.)

H tried a sippy cup last night and actually seemed to get it.  Of course, Daddy had to hold it for her.  But like her mommy, she needs a reason to learn something.  Once she knows there’s stuff to drink in there, I’m sure she’ll be trying to pick it up herself.

This has all made her intensely aware that food is going into her mouth.  Now with each spoonful we give her, she sticks her hand in there too.  Makes mealtimes rather messy.

H has also been babbling up a storm.  D claims she was babbling “ma ma ma ma ma” and looking around for me when I was upstairs getting dressed Sunday.  I’m not so sure.

H happens to be picking  up those puffs with her pincher fingers, rather than palming them like she had been doing, too.  Must be all that work with the taggy quilt Miss Sara gave her.

Oh…and….AND…Miss H was squawking in her crib Sunday morning, which caused D to run in there (I was putting in my contacts)….and he found Miss H flipped on her tummy!  BY HERSELF!  And she was PISSED!  Funny thing is, she’s perfectly adept at rolling from tummy to back, as that’s all she does when we put her on her tummy.

What does this mean?  Several things: 

A)  My stubborn kid wasn’t about to show us she could do any of this stuff until she was darn good and ready.

B)  She’s growing up fine and my letting her watch Sprout TV hasn’t fried her brain.

C)  WE ARE DOOMED…as she will probably be mobile in no time. 

Dang…where’s my baby going?

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What to Feed Baby

I’m telling you, babies need to come with a set of feeding instructions.  I’m talking not just covering the first 6 weeks.  No I need something that covers the first two years! 

It’s all so confusing.  I’m sure every parent approaches this part with their own set of personal guidelines.  Mine are simply this:

  • I’m not going to cook twice for my family. 
  • I want convenience
  • I want her to eat healthy
  • I don’t want her to CHOKE

The last one is probably my biggest hangup, as a) I still remember choking once as a kid and it terrified me, and b) I don’t really know what to do if she chokes and I can’t grab the food in her mouth.

Anyways.  That said.  Dang, there appears to be no set rule for feeding your kid.  So here’s what I’m doing.  I don’t know that it’s “right” per se.  But it fits within the guidelines given me by the doctor.

She gets 5 6oz bottles in a day.  I read that they’re supposed to get 21-24 oz of formula a day.  I’ll tell you now, that until about 2 wks ago, she never finished all 5 bottles.  Since she started doing that, I upped her solids intake a little.  She seemed ok with that.

I’m not cooking for my kid.  The doctor said we could give her steamed veggies.  Hell, I don’t steam veggies for myself, so I’m not going to do it for her.  (besides the fact that I don’t have the proper veggie-steaming paraphernalia.)  For us (and by that I mean ME, since D isn’t fond of veggies…)  …I usually use the frozen Steam Fresh veggies, so that’s close enough.  BUT…I don’t want to give that to her.  She has 1 tooth.  That’s really not conducive to eating. 

Then the doctor mentioned that around 9 months we could give her tiny slivers of whatever meat we’re having.  She said to do this, because the baby food meat things were nasty.  Well…my mom was adventurous yesterday and tasted the Turkey & Sweet Potatoes meal H has been having for dinner this week, and she said it was yummy.  SO THERE.  Besides…I’m not sure how I would handle the “give her slivers of what you’re having” part, when I make pasta. 

So basically what this boils down to, is that she gets Gerber, the Sitter level.  She seems to really enjoy most of it.  Sure, peas or green beans weren’t her favorite.  But she went nuts about the Apple & Blueberry mix.  She gets fruit and cereal for breakfast, fruit and/or veggies for lunch, and this week she’s having her first meat items for dinner.  Turkey and Sweet Potatoes.  I wing the amounts based on how much she wants.  She’s definitely capable of telling me she’s done.

She also gets Gerber puffs with lunch.  I’m paranoid and only give her half ones because she choked the one time I gave her a whole one.  But then…Sunday she picked up a whole one herself and put it in her mouth.  She happily chomped on it while I cheered her fine motor skills.  And of course, I fended off Bugsy and Joey.  That dog and cat think THEY should be eating the puffs.

Of course this all brings me to the next confusing step:  THE SIPPY CUP.  I have no idea how to do this.  The “I’m a clueless New Mom” line at the doctor said to just put formula in it.  She said to avoid juice until H is a year old.  And no water, because there’s no nutritional value to it.  Ok.  I put the cup on the tray at lunch, and H looked at it like “what’s that” but showed NO INTEREST in trying to use it.  Not even when I tried to put it in her mouth.  Sigh. 

I have no freakin’ clue what I’m doing.  I guess that’s what parenting is though…figuring out what works for you from what everyone else in the world says…and then flying by the seat of your pants.

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