Once the wife discovered the joys of being a stay-at-home mom, i.e., dealing with a fussy, crying baby 24 hours a day, she’s been on the lookout for a nanny. Never mind the fact that we said that we’d try raising our baby by ourselves. Sometimes it’s good to know when you’re in over your head.
It was finally decided that we would try and find a nanny who could care for Caitlyn about two or three times a week, for a few hours each time, so Jessie could have some time to herself or so she could go run errands.
Unfortunately, the nanny that Jessie’s sister used for her two kids currently has her hands full and is unable to take in another baby. However, she was able to recommend us to one of her friends. After speaking with the woman over the phone and having her come over for a short visit, things seemed like a done deal.
She was quite affordable, was willing to come to our house to take care of the baby, and was flexible enough to fit into our schedule. Sounds too good to be true, right? It was.
When she came over to babysit for the first time, the wife decided to stay home that day to observe how the nanny did with Caitlyn. Unfortunately, what she saw wasn’t very encouraging.
The nanny was picking the baby up by her armpits with no support behind the neck, and she seemed unsure at times of what to do when the baby would start to cry. Add in the fact that she’s 70 years old and hasn’t really taken care of any children since her last grandchild, which was probably years ago, and we’ve got cause for concern.
Even so, we decided to give her another shot. This time, the wife and I went out to run some errands for a few hours and left the nanny behind with the baby. Even though Caitlyn was doing fine when we came back, we quickly realized that we could never really trust our baby to someone we really didn’t know.
In the end, Jessie had to admit that having a nanny probably wasn’t the best idea for us and the worrying she would do while away from the baby would outweigh having that free time to herself. Besides, we still have her mom to count on in case we do need help. And if all else fails, I’m slowly grooming Uncle Elvis to be our new nanny.
It was finally decided that we would try and find a nanny who could care for Caitlyn about two or three times a week, for a few hours each time, so Jessie could have some time to herself or so she could go run errands.
Unfortunately, the nanny that Jessie’s sister used for her two kids currently has her hands full and is unable to take in another baby. However, she was able to recommend us to one of her friends. After speaking with the woman over the phone and having her come over for a short visit, things seemed like a done deal.
She was quite affordable, was willing to come to our house to take care of the baby, and was flexible enough to fit into our schedule. Sounds too good to be true, right? It was.
When she came over to babysit for the first time, the wife decided to stay home that day to observe how the nanny did with Caitlyn. Unfortunately, what she saw wasn’t very encouraging.
The nanny was picking the baby up by her armpits with no support behind the neck, and she seemed unsure at times of what to do when the baby would start to cry. Add in the fact that she’s 70 years old and hasn’t really taken care of any children since her last grandchild, which was probably years ago, and we’ve got cause for concern.
Even so, we decided to give her another shot. This time, the wife and I went out to run some errands for a few hours and left the nanny behind with the baby. Even though Caitlyn was doing fine when we came back, we quickly realized that we could never really trust our baby to someone we really didn’t know.
In the end, Jessie had to admit that having a nanny probably wasn’t the best idea for us and the worrying she would do while away from the baby would outweigh having that free time to herself. Besides, we still have her mom to count on in case we do need help. And if all else fails, I’m slowly grooming Uncle Elvis to be our new nanny.
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| Nanny-in-training |
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| Uncle Elvis demonstrating the proper feeding technique |
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| Posing with her mobile |
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| Pooped out after a hard day of studying |
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| Lounging around |
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| Cutie pie! |
So....what are you going to do when it is time for her to off to preschool? You got to trust a stranger eventually to take care of your kid. Especially if you have to work.
ReplyDeleteWell, I figure when the baby's bigger and not completely helpless, it'll be easier to drop her off with the nanny. We'll see. The wife's been talking about finding another nanny, though.
ReplyDeleteI agree you need to find a competent helper, but perhaps a certified one would help put your mind at ease. :)
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