When my baby was 3 months old, she was like any other 3-month-old; she slept when she wanted, was awake when she wanted, and wouldn’t have it any other way.
One evening, after my daughter had been sleeping a majority of the day, I plopped her in her carrier for a quick walk to the grocery store. It was around 8 at night, just getting dark, but it was a very nice night.
Once I got to the grocery store I heard that tell-tale tongue clicking that it seems only matronly old women can make and looked up from my baby to see an old woman shaking her head at me.
“It is much too late for a baby that little to be out!” she chastised me.
Now, my husband was pulling a lot of doubles to try to pay back the ridiculous amount of medical bills from her birth and often wouldn’t get home till 10 or 11 at night. In an effort to give him a little time with her awake, I would let her sleep all afternoon to be awake in the evenings. This way, he’d get to come home to a moderately active baby and play with her till she wound down and we would go to sleep. All of this is very understandable if you know us, but I wasn’t about to stand in this grocery store at 8 PM and attempt to justify my parenting decisions to a complete stranger. Instead I just bought the few necessities I had in my basket and left.
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Cheryl submitted this to thatbabylookscold
