Today I made a major, major mistake as a father. We went for a walk down to the store to pick up a few things for the house and, hopefully, so Zef might take a snooze. It was his naptime and he had shown all of the signs of wanting to go to sleep. He had eaten 200ml of formula, rubbed his eyes, yawned and had those sleepy baby eyes. The last time he did this we went for a walk and he was asleep before we hit the end of the block. This time he didn’t want to sleep and he only wanted to play.
Part of this I think has to do with him not wanting to take his naps as of late and the other part maybe has to do with him teething.Sometimes your beautiful baby wants his or her favorite thing to chew on, particular when their teeth are bothering them and they need that comfort.
Here in France, they do things a little different, as you might expect. Every baby, it seems, has a little Sophie la girafe – a chewable giraffe to grind their gums on. Zef, our baby, has one of these and it’s a big hit. Babies also typically get Camilia, a chamomile-based serum to help them calm down, as well the requisite tooth gel.
… And when the teeth are really bothersome and your baby is having trouble going to sleep, I’ve been told a little wine (Bourgogne or Bordeaux, parent’s choice) in their bottle does wonders. Apparently, it’s never too young to hit the proverbial bottle.
Anyway. I digress. What was my mistake? I forgot the damn chew toy. There we were in the middle of a busy boulevard, pedestrians passing to and fro, no doubt glaring at my screaming baby and judging me to be an unfit father, perhaps considering dialing up whatever that French version of Childhood Protective Services is, with no chew toy in sight.
So what did I do? Luckily, I remembered that I had packed a spare toy and I did what any good father would. I stopped the stroller, took a seat on a bench and shoved my thumb into my baby’s mouth to shut him up.