Meet my baby. She’s eleven weeks old at the moment and her super secret life skill? Breaking into a sweat.
I thought my husband was a sweaty person until I birthed his second baby.
I have never in my life experienced a baby that sweats this much, and I know it’s serious because when other people offer their opinion on my baby? No one has ever admitted to experiencing a baby more sweaty than mine. Babies with as much hair? Or that also look just like their dads? Sure! But sweaty? Nope.
Of course the doctor checked her over and deemed that it’s simply her tiny little body that hasn’t caught up with keeping her tiny temperature regulated. Hell, five years of living in Indiana and I still haven’t learned to keep my own big temperature regulated. But I’m never quite sure how to handle her when she’s completely drenched in sweat, I mean, I generally cover her in a light blanket because the thought of being that sweaty with a ceiling fan blowing on me makes my bones ache. But I’m big, she’s little. I figure if she’s not screaming bloody “I’M FRIGGIN’ COLD!!!” murder? I’m doing okay.
To add insult to her benign sweaty injury? One of the biggest complaints about the car seat I purchased for her is that it resulted in very sweaty babies. I of course thought (in all my pregnant naivete) “We have a new car! With working air conditioning! In fact there’s a vent right over her head! Surely these people who are complaining are stuffing their babies in the back of mid 90′s sedans with untinted windows and questionable A/C systems!”
The ugly perspiring truth is that her car seat does leave her a little damp behind the diaper, but I’ve lined it with a thin cotton seat liner and it seems to help tremendously.
Think your baby could beat mine in a sweat off? I doubt it, but we’d just have to get them together and pissed off about any number of things babies seem to get angry about to find out.