I’m totally “that mom”

I never thought it would happen. I never thought I’d become “that mom.” You know, the one who plans her child’s conception around waiting lists for only the most exclusive educational facilities. I’m sheepishly admitting that I am, indeed, “that mom.”

After touring the child care facility we were considering, K wanted to look at least one other daycare before shelling out a non-refundable deposit to be placed on a waiting list. Yesterday, I was perusing another center’s website in preparation for a tour there later this week, when I discovered how wide a range in quality exists between child care centers.

I was quite literally shocked by the type and lack of range of items on the second center’s menu. Several times each week, this center provides cheese puffs as snacks. They regularly serve highly processed “meals” like hot dogs. The overall menu was completely unbalanced and skewed towards carbohydrates. Being a chubby person who likes to eat, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with any sort of food, but I do believe that all types of food should exist in balance with others.

The first center we toured serves an entirely vegetarian, organic menu, and all food groups are served in a balanced manner. They do not allow parents and guardians to bring in sweet treats like ice cream or cake for birthdays or holidays. Teachers maintain a garden on the premises, which they use as a food source for the kids, and teach the children about where their food comes from and about our responsibility to the earth. The difference between the two centers can be summarized thusly: quinoa muffins vs. Beef-a-Roni, and the two centers charge the same tuition.

Food isn’t everything, but a stark difference of this sort could be indicative of vast differences between care philosophies. I started questioning why I was bothering trying to source other child care options when I already felt so confident that the original option would provide the type of care I could only conjure up in dreams. I spoke with K about it and we agreed to put in a deposit immediately in order to join the waiting list for quality infant care.

The center’s director has assured us that they’ll have availability for our little one when we’re ready to go back to work. Falco will spend his/her day in an environment that brings K and I such a sense of peace!

Part of me is excited that we have crossed off such an important task on our list. The rest of me, though, felt incredibly silly to fill out a daycare form for a child that isn’t yet born.

Daycare form

Quick update

Because we have been delinquent bloggers and I know some of our friends read our posts in order to keep up-to-speed in our progress, I wanted to be certain to post a brief update about some of the Falco-related happenings as of late. I wish I had time these days to be more thorough about it, but we’re starting the busy season at work and I’m swamped! In no particular order:

  • K told his favorite aunt and his bosses. He’s under strict instructions to write an in-depth report about these happenings very soon!
  • We had this month’s OB appointment on Tuesday and got to hear Falco’s heartbeat again. It was the first time we’ve been able to hear it via external doppler. It was 166 bpm, which is the high-end of normal. Judging by the old wives’ tale, all of our measured heartbeats would indicate that we’re having a girl, but time will tell.
  • After much pouting and wrangling, we scheduled our anatomy scan for the first possible day we can have it: Friday, November 23rd, otherwise known as my favorite holiday: Black Friday. If s/he complies, we’re going to hopefully find out Falco’s sex that morning before heading to visit my parents for the weekend.
  • The interview with the potential child care provider went really well and I’m a lot more comfortable with them than I thought I would be. The prayers that they do before meals do not mention any deity and are much more gratitude-based than anything. Also, the Bible stories constitute less than 10 minutes of each preschooler’s day there, and are more like life lessons about helping others (i.e. The Good Samaritan).
  • We recently received a reasonable quote from a painter to paint our living room and nursery. K and I know what colors we want, but are going to pick out some specifics this weekend.
  • We have another meeting with our doula next weekend to start to talk more about birth planning, among other things. It’s all starting to become so real!

That’s all for now, friends. Things are going well in our gestational world!