When people meet Eli for the first time, they go through a pretty standard routine. They do the normal oohs and aahs that are required of all new baby visits. They comment about his (crazy beautiful) blue eyes, about how alert he is or how sleepy he is, depending upon the time of day. They snuggle and smell his little head. It’s all fine and well.
And then the question that I absolutely hate comes up. It happens pretty much every time, without fail. I literally cannot tell you how many times I’ve heard this in the past month.
Is he a good baby?
I sort of don’t know how to reply to the question. Is my son, my little person, a good baby?
He is amazing.
He is perfect.
I cannot imagine a “better” baby than him. But I know that’s not what they mean.
What they mean is, does he sleep well? Does he nap on a schedule? Is he easy to take care of? And the truth is he’s an outstanding nighttime sleeper, a terrible napper and has his easy and hard days. But he is my incredibly good baby.
I know it sounds silly, but I just don’t want to wrap up my baby’s worth or goodness on his eating and sleeping habits. I don’t want him to be known as a bad baby simply because he fights naps as though they are of the devil themselves. I don’t want him to be anything less than perfect because he has a hair trigger when it comes to crying out of hunger.
None of those things make him a bad baby. They make him A BABY.
Has anyone ever met a bad baby? Do these babies exist? My parents say that I screamed for the first 6 months of my life, but I imagine if you asked them they’d never report that I was a bad baby (I believe they usually refer to me as outspoken and passionate).
I don’t expect that anyone is going to stop asking me this question, I guess I just need to work on my replies better.
I love my son with every fiber of my being and he is a fantastically great baby.