I’m sitting here typing this post in the car, parked in the JoAnn Fabrics parking lot. With the engine running.

When Shawn and I talked about having a baby, we were pretty specific about our ideas on parenting. We both have friends that let their children limit their lives… They rarely go out, and talk about how they can’t get anything done.

Not us. We were going to get *our* child used to sleeping through the thick of things. Sure enough, we put him down to nap right in the middle of the living room, kept a radio going, and lived life close to everyday volume. We went out to restaurants and stores immediately, worrying only about how to discreetly feed him when he got hungry. And don’t forget, we bought our tickets to Europe before he was even born, because, you know, a young baby will just sleep as we sightsee.

We were quite clear on the type of baby we would have. Isaac, it turns out, is not that baby.

We learned a lot more about Isaac during his recent hospital stay than just health issues. Suddenly in the relatively lower stimulation of the four walls of his hospital room, Isaac was sleeping all the time… Up to 2 hours at a time during the day, awake only 2 hours, then back again. What’s more, he was sleeping dramatically better at night.

You see, Isaac is not *our* baby. He is a completely independent individual with his own needs, temperament, and personality. And his royal highness has decreed that naps are serious business worthy of respect.

And so the crunchy Seattle environmentalist who recycles, composts, grows veggies, and cloth diapers finds herself sitting in a running car in the parking lot to respect the sanctity of the in-progress nap. This madness can not continue, but given his recent scare, I’m apt to indulge him a little longer. I’m sure we’ll get to a balance sooner or later.

In the meantime, we’re really enjoying learning about this new very strong personality who has joined our family… Where he finds joy, wonder; what makes him angry, frustrated; and how our lives can merge.

And now I need to decide whether to actually go into JoAnn’s, or turn around and drive back home. That’s 15 more minutes on the nap…

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