Baby Bop is counting on Captain and me knowing what the heck we’re doing. What the heck are we doing? Captain and I sign up for a smorgasbord of baby classes.
We’re on the list for baby CPR. I remember this from lifeguarding, but it can’t hurt to practice again on a plastic baby torso. We’re signed up for a birth class. I assume Captain will need to practice his labor massage techniques for the next 10 weeks. Then there’s a breastfeeding class, even though I’m already pretty good at pulling my boobs out.
This week we took Baby Care 101. The basics. This is a diaper. This is a baby. This is where poop will come out of and may or may not stay in the diaper.
Captain and I walk into the conference room where the baby care class is. There’s an infant baby doll every other seat. I ask Captain,
“Which one is ours?”
We pick a quiet one with a clean diaper. Here’s hoping. We practice swaddling. This is hard when your baby’s rubber elbows and knees are stuck straight. Next we work on diapering. Captain remarks,
“Diapering? I didn’t know it was a verb.”
So it is. Baby Care 101 is helping us get our vocabulary straight. This way, in the middle of the night, we won’t have any confusion over grammar.
Example, it’s 2am:
“Will you please diaper the baby?”
“Can you use diaper as a verb?”
“I think so. Do you want to Google it?”
That’s five minutes of sleep we won’t be losing.
Finally we practice handing the baby back and forth. And through all of this she never made a peep. Which I assume means we’re pros.