We have been asked to provide respite this weekend for an 8 month old girl. I am so excited. It’s going to be fun to have a baby in the house and I am just tickled to have this opportunity and for such a short time frame. It’s like a practice run, right?
On the other hand…
I am TOTALLY FREAKING OUT!
I have not changed a diaper for at least 10 years. I’m sure it’s been many, many moons, if ever, for the Hubster. I had to go to Babycenter.com to find out what 8 months old are like. Can they eat chicken fingers yet? Babycenter.com says no. What about bottles?Do I still have to warm the bottle?
I do not know how to work the car seat. We don’t have a car seat? Can we borrow the foster parents car seat? Will we be stuck in the house all weekend?
What about bedtime? I have not given a baby a bath by myself before. When I was growing up, they bathed babies in the kitchen sink. Is that acceptable. Oh no! My kitchen sink!! Will putting a blanket on her in the crib be a choking hazard? I can’t let her freeze to death.
There is not a single toy in this house unless you count a Playstation 3 and Taboo. She will be playing with television remotes and a stress ball that I found on my desk this morning and some pots and a wooden spoon, I guess.
WHO IN THE WORLD WOULD LET US WATCH A BABY!
I’m sure it will be fine. We are mid-thirties, sane, practical people. There are people taking care of babies everyday. But they don’t have to answer to CPS. I have some more thoughts about this respite thing but that is a blog for another time and another day.
So to help us along, I need ya’ll to pray. Not in the keep you in my thoughts sort of way, but in the close your eyes this very minute and send a prayer that Mimi and Wood return this child in the same way or better that she comes to our house, Amen and Amen.
I’ll keep you posted.