Before I had Foxy, shoot before I even became pregnant, I always said I would stay in the house with the baby for thirty days before taking her out. I also said I would limit visitors for the first two weeks. Then the baby came and so did my mom and grandma. Close friends and family who were excited about the baby wanted to come see her. No problem, I set up a rigid handwash and hand sanitizing station and allowed visitors.
During the first two weeks, the only place I took her was to the pediatrician and to the mall to have our highly anticipated generations picture taken while grandma and great-grandma were in town. I did a lot of reading on both the internet and in books, and I also asked the nurse at the doctor’s office. I determined that as long as I kept her away from people breathing on her and kept her cool in the summer heat, I was okay to take her out from time to time.
After two weeks, my mommy was gone and guess what- I needed groceries. So I loaded Foxy up and took her to the market. It was a quick trip. Just long enough to get a few essentials. Still, I kept her in her carseat and wiped down the shopping cart with a wipe.
A few days later Tim suggested we step out for a quick lunch. I was eager to get out and eat something not from my kitchen for a change, so we put her in her carseat and went around the corner to my favorite Mexican joint. She stayed in her carseat until the end when she began to cry. I took her out and held her and of course she immediately drew much attention. One of the waitresses came over and remarked about how cute she was and made a move to touch her. My hand went up and blocked her so fast you would have thought I was the next Karate Kid.
“Don’t touch her!” I exclaimed.
“Oh, yes, of course,” she said and sheepishly walked away.
Tim still makes fun of me for my quick reflexes, but he ain’t mad at me. He said he would have done the same thing. I am always amazed at people that will just put their hands on a stranger’s baby.
Since that lunch, Foxy has been to her pediatrician three times, as well as to several lunches and two movies. She also, of course, went to the family reunion last weekend. In every case, we had a strict no touching policy. Even at the family reunion, I wore her (thanks to my handy sling from pserendipity) so that people would have the opportunity to touch her, and they wouldn’t dare ask to hold her.
I don’t at all feel like I am putting my child at risk by taking her out on occasion. It is the summer, not the winter when flu season is prevalent. Also, I guard her like she is the Golden Child and I-I-I-I want the knife. Sure, there is still the possibility that someone will cough on her, but I can’t keep her in the tower forever. I don’t believe I would be doing her any favors by keeping her quarantined at home. After all, she’ll be in daycare in another few weeks.
I know plenty of people will disagree with me. Heck, even my nail technician thought I was crazy for having her out before the 60 day period. But she also thought I should wear long sleeves because my pores were still open from the birth. Yeah, I’m still trying to figure that one out.
In the end, every mother must do what she feels comfortable with. I am completely comfortable with my choices.
How soon after your child was born did you take them out in public? If you took your child out sooner than six weeks, did you get a lot of hassle from family and friends?