Last night I think my mom and I had our first tug-of-war over Charlie stuff.
We were talking on the phone while I was driving home about some winter weather that may or may not be moving into our area (as a sidebar, I typically HATE winter weather. I never wish for it. But I WANT it to come on Monday, because that’s our staff training day. We USED to get to take President’s Day off, and then they decided we all needed to sit in a room together and do Yoga and judge dessert contests, so now we have to come to work-I kid you not. I’d love to be off with Chief that day). Then we went off in another direction of conversation and starting talked about the firm where we both work (if you don’t know, I’m a part-time law librarian for about ten hours a week on top of my full time gig at the public library-my mom is the bookkeeper at the firm).
Every year in July the firm sponsors a night at the ball park for all of the employees. You can bring your whole family and they provide everything. It’s a sweet gesture. This year it’s mid July. My Charlie girl is due June 23rd. My mom said that she was sure I wouldn’t feel up to coming, but if I wanted she could take Charlie.
Okay, there are several things I don’t like about this:
1. At three weeks old, I can’t see any way that I’ll want to be separated from my infant for more than a few minutes.
2. July where we live is like surface of the sun hot. Easily 110 degree days and sweltering 80-90 degree nights.
3. Charlie will be so susceptible to EVERYTHING. And with a measles outbreak there’s just no way I want her in a crowd when she’s that tiny. We haven’t had any cases in our state yet, but I’m pretty paranoid about it.
So I basically said all of these things-it’ll be too hot, and she’s still too little and weak immune system wise at that age to be in a crowd of thousands of people and passed around to all the secretaries at the law firm.
My mom said “Oh librarian, you’re already being too overprotective. It would be fine.”
Umm no. I think I’m being just protective enough honestly. Three weeks is too young for an outing without mom. Period. Unless I’m crazy sick and Chief needs to take her to the doctor or something. But definitely not to a baseball game.
She pushed back for a little while before she finally gave up, but I hope this isn’t setting a precedent. I know she’s already excited to show off her first grandbaby. I told her that I’d bring her up to the firm to visit while I’m on maternity leave. But a whole night at the ball park? I think not.