Nanny Magic

So, we are hiring a nanny. I never really thought it would come to this. But, I really need to go back to work. I can't stand the idea of putting the baby in the crib farm of daycare for infants. While our two-year-old LOVES daycare, the idea of my infant son in daycare pushes me over the edge.

Frankly, the thought of anyone other than me taking care of him gives me heart palpitations. This is so bizarre. With Isis, it was totally the opposite. I wanted anyone, ANYONE but me to take care of her. With my son, I get twitchy when I try to hand him off to my husband so I can take a nap.

There are a few factors that make this baby different. First, he grins. Isis was so colicky, she didn't grin until she was 9 months old. Second, I don't have postpartum depression. Truly amazing. I was so worried about the return of the postpartum depression that I didn't for a moment consider that it might not return. It didn't. Thus, I am getting really into this baby.

So, expecting that I would be dying to return to work, I painted myself into the corner of needing to return to work. As a result, we are getting a nanny. Interviewing nannies is a frustrating experience. Each person comes and tells us about their experience and I sit and try to figure out from their face whether they will abuse or neglect my babies while I'm not there. This is not the ideal situation in my mind.

Hopefully, we found a good one. We are going to try her out tomorrow. I hope it goes well. I'll be biting my nails for a few weeks.