Turns out I really like baby care. It’s very meditative and good for one’s psychological health. I’m very lucky in that I have a high tolerance for sleep disruption. It doesn’t bother me at all if I don’t get to sleep a whole lot. What I do mind is the disruption of my feeding schedules but Klara sleeps a lot during the day, so that doesn’t happen.
“Have you noticed how desperate Klara gets if we don’t feed her the moment she needs it?” I asked N. “How she gets all red in the face and screams like a little ambulance? That’s exactly how I feel if I don’t get fed on time.”
“That explains a lot,” he said.
The only thing I don’t like about baby care is the car seat. Klara is very good-natured and puts up with my clumsy fumbling as I stuff her into it without protest. But I still hate having to lug this heavy, unwieldy thing around.
The activity Klara detests, on the other hand, is diaper changes. I suspect they male her feel cold, and she doesn’t like that.
And the activity we both like the most is when I take her for walks in the pram. The streets in our residential area are completely empty during the day. I walk in complete silence, feeling peaceful, carefree and safe. It’s almost a trance – like state that I enjoy more than I can describe. And judging by Klara ‘ s deep slerp, she loves the walks just as much.
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