I don’t feel that old, but I find myself repeatedly startled by “the way things are now,” especially in baby world.
“Throw me one of those diapers,” I said to Nellie, referring to a stack of familiar, white, absorbent, cloth rectangles.
“Mom, those are burp cloths.”
Apparently Mike’s dad made the same error. Two old-timers.
There are also “swaddles,” complex cloth and Velcro affairs for tight-wrapping baby at bedtime. Kind of like a full body straight-jacket. When she can roll over, the swaddles retire.
I haven’t yet learned the Moby-wrap technique, but it’s on my list for next time.
Car seats tighten SO EASILY!!!
Cutting edge tech - wireless breast pumps that slip right into your bra. You can walk around your workplace while you’re auto-pumping, directed by remote control.
Maybe the most important innovation is the “back-to-sleep” campaign. Since parents have started putting babies to bed ONLY on their backs, never stomach or side, SIDS deaths have plummeted. Happy babies, secure, sleeping well, safe.
Still, I can’t get used the stark landscape of Fiona in her crib, wrapped up like a burrito. No stuffed animals, no blankets, no squishy bumpers.
Okay, Boomer, I mean, Grandma. Get over it.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 151: 200 words, TOTAL = 24,482; 35,518 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.