I really, insanely love my Maya Wrap. It’s been my favorite for a few years now as a newborn nanny, and I’ve had to use 'em all. Now I pretty much insist on the Maya Wrap as a condition of employment! It’s just so much easier, more versitile and far better on the back than any front or back carrier I’ve ever used. I’m not a small girl; I’m a big enough girl that my own body weight is tough on my back and knees some days. The Maya wrap really distributes the weight of even toddlers well enough so that I can carry them for hours with no stress. [/OT]
See, that’s the thing that I don’t think I’m getting across well enough here. People DO know she’s a premie, because they always, without fail say, “Oh! She’s a little one! How old is she?” From about 20 feet away and closing. “She’s almost five months, but she was born four months early,” is my script, followed by, “It was pretty scary at the beginning, but we’ve been so lucky!” 20-30 times I say that, just getting through the grocery shopping. Clerks, shoppers, everyone. This baby is an attention magnet.
I think she draws so much attention because she’s so tiny, yet is very “present” in a way which newborns aren’t. So there’s a five month old looking out of the face of a newborn, which is odd, even if people can’t pinpoint it. Even for her adjusted age (3 weeks), she’s only between the 5th and 10th percentile for height and weight. She’s a little peanut, but she’s growing!
You’re right that I should focus on the solution. I just found out that it was a problem requiring a solution, because while the questions are not new, this touching behavior was a surprise, and very new. I suppose I have a few options:
I could avoid that store and others in the neighborhood for another two months until her doctor clears her for more general contact. Pros: avoiding an area where I know touchy people shop. Cons: avoiding really nice people and the cheaper prices I really need right now.
I could tuck her further into the Maya Wrap so she’s not exposed to view. Pros: keeping her covered would make it impossible for people to touch her. Cons: it can get pretty hot, and her favorite position requires her legs to be exposed for stability. Also, she doesn’t like having her head trapped in it - she wants to look around.
I could stop being nice and conversational when people ask me how old she is. Pros: A perfunctory, “One month.” might discourage further contact. Cons: I really enjoy talking to people and she’s pretty much my only topic of conversation right now! Getting out of the house and having a chat with an adult is a valuable thing for a new (again) mom.
I agree, which is why hidden in that rant (written, of course, from my own cultural perspective) was an honest question about the mores of other cultures. Learning that there may be some cultural influence makes me more…well, not more accepting, exactly, but it helps to see where other people are coming from. It also helps me to decide how to handle it to best protect her and not be offensive to others needlessly.
uglybeech, thank you for clarifying, and I take back the nasty words. Yes, it did seem like you were saying I and other people had issues for being concerned with my baby specifically. I still don’t think that people should be touching older babies without asking their parents first, but I’d dial back the grr if I was replying to you knowing that you were excepting premies specifically.
That’s a good way to describe anyone who has close contact with other people’s children, actually. Teachers, doctors, nannies - we all have to be vigilant (or paranoid, if you prefer) and always keep in mind that we are totally at the mercy of the child and family in the case of an abuse charge. We must keep this in mind so we can protect ourselves by keeping doors open, by clearly comminicating with the parents the type and duration of appropriate touching and getting clear and prior permission to do so. Anything else leaves us wide open to allegations of abuse. I don’t think Guin’s too far off base, though it saddens me that we’ve gotten so litigous and afraid of one another.