Over the last few weeks, our modem/router has started to crap out on us. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but our streaming services started struggling, and then two weeks in a row, it crapped out on me while I was working. Just one second everything was fine, the next, I’m stuck and can’t do anything, and troubleshooting was hit and miss. Sometimes, it would fix it and be fine for a couple days, sometimes it would make things worse, like the time it restarted and just had no WiFi capability for no discernible reason. The last time it went out, it was on a Wednesday. I got it working, then ordered a new one through my brother’s Amazon account to get here by Friday to keep on standby. The current router isn’t very old and I was very displeased that we were having issues with it, so the idea was to have a new one to switch out if I needed to during a workday. I made it through all of last week with no issues, and then maybe an hour into my shift this morning, the same issues flared up again and the go-to fixes weren’t working, so I did a quick swap and set up the new one. It’s been fine since. My laptop seems to connect to it much quicker, too, for some reason.
Speaking of replacing old things, we had a mishap with bottles, the details of which Paul would not appreciate me sharing, that led to a need for new ones, also ordered through my brother’s account. The silver lining here is the previous bottles were plastic and we replaced them with glass, which cost a lot more money, considering, but makes me feel better. Reading about microplastics as a new mom is…concerning. If I could have a do-over, I’d start with glass, but the other thing about being a new mom is you’re bombarded with options and information about what’s better or worse, and it can be overwhelming. On top of that, baby stuff is expensive and you need a lot of it, so you’re just kind of happy to take what you’re gifted with–it’s one less thing to pay for.
Our arrangement with child care is because I work at 7 a.m., if Charlie wakes up in the middle of the night, Paul takes him. He generally gets him in the morning, too, since he wakes up anywhere from about 6:30 to 7:30. Now, if Charlie wakes up, say, at 4:30 in the morning on a Saturday, I feel like I owe it to Paul to get him–but also that I owe it to Charlie and myself. Even with me working from home, Paul definitely spends more time with Charlie than I do. I never thought I’d be the stay-at-home-mom type, but if you told me I could quit my job right now, I would.
All this to say that I was up with Charlie at 4:30 Saturday morning.
Generally, I don’t want him watching TV or anything–I think there are much better ways to engage an 8-month-old–but Paul discovered he loves music, in particular music videos, in particular The Cranberries. It’s become our last-resort go-to if we’re having trouble getting him settled, and it’s particularly helpful at that hour when the goal is to get him to wind down and go back to sleep, rather than pulling out noisy interactive toys. He just sits and stares. Nothing captures his attention the same way. And so Charlie and I snuggled on the couch while he ate a bottle and fell back asleep. Not a bad way to spend a very early Saturday morning, even if I didn’t get back to sleep until after 6 and even if he woke up again a little after 7. Paul graciously took that turn.
We’re at about the one-year mark for coronavirus lockdowns, but in our family, that anniversary is noted for one other reason–Charlie’s cousin Arlo turned 1 on Sunday. He was born right at the start of all this, the very weekend our governor started shutdowns. I remember hearing that they weren’t allowed to have visitors in the hospital and feeling kind of bad for her. I was optimistic that it would end quickly in a way that feels naive now. And of course, when Charlie was born not quite four months later, our experience was pretty much the same.
If/when either of us has another kid, I almost feel like it’ll be weirder not to have COVID precautions in place. We have nothing to compare this to. I can’t speak for her, but for me, I can’t really say it was weird to give birth with a masked staff and no visitors because, I mean, that’s the only way I’ve done it.
Aro’s birthday party was on Saturday, and they opted to split it over two weekends, one party for each side of the family, mostly because of concerns about space in their house, but because of COVID, it was safer that way, too. We really didn’t interact with anyone that’s not already in our circle, and gradually, they’re getting vaccinated. My brother should have received his second shot today, and my mom was able to get one before the party. They’re the only two at the moment, but Paul’s mom is trying to get his grandparents theirs.
I find myself scrolling through Instagram or Facebook and seeing people going out or getting together and starting to judge, then remembering that I know for sure at least some of them are vaccinated.
What a weird place to be.
But Arlo’s party was nice, and it was the first time that Charlie was with both of his cousins at the same time–Eliana on my side of the family, Arlo on Paul’s. And as a refresher, this means that my brother and two of his closest friends from high school are raising their kids together and are sort of related by marriage. Paul and I met at their graduation, and, well, here we are, 10 years later, taking our kids to each other’s birthday parties.
We decided to go for a walk on the trail Sunday, but by the time we made it out there, it was probably too cold and we probably shouldn’t have. We had a string of warm days and were antsy to really enjoy it, but we did it too late.