Momma Chat


Someone recently drew my attention to this series of posts on the surprising aspects of parenting in various countries around the world. I was so fascinated I read all the posts on the tiny screen of my phone, snatching every moment I could when Cy was sleeping or nursing. Maybe one day, I’ll share the surprising things about parenting in Thailand, but if you’re itching for a sneak peek now, I’ll just mention a few things:

* On breastfeeding in public: I almost never see Thai women nursing in public (the only one I did see was in a designated breastfeeding room in the mall). I suspect this has partly to do with modesty, but mostly to do with the high prevalence of formula feeding here. While I might not see moms nursing, I do see them whipping out bottles all the time to feed their young ones. That being said, I don’t think anyone has ever looked twice at me for nursing in public.

On the other hand…

* On babywearing: We do get funny looks all the time for wearing our baby in a sling. I think this is because only very traditional, poor, rice farmer type women wear their babies in slings. Everybody else has fancy strollers and expensive carriers, so I think people get weirded out seeing well-off foreigners going “old school, rice farmer” style. Toby, of course, gets way more attention because men generally are not the ones carrying babies.

Though I must admit, he does cut quite a figure:

_1050570_DSF1991* On babies in public: While in the States, babies in public are often thought of as a nuisance (like to the other patrons in a fancy restaurant, for example), in Thailand, babies are just absolutely adored. Thai people LOVE babies. I had heard about this before, about how waitstaff in restaurants often will gladly take a baby and play with him while the parents eat their meal. But I didn’t know the extent of this deep love for wee ones. Everywhere we go, it’s like we’re suddenly local celebrities. Neighbors who never talked to us before are suddenly chatting us up like old friends. We can’t walk ten feet in a mall without people cooing over our child and quizzing us about his age, weight, and whether I breastfeed. And restaurant managers rush to help in whatever way (“Do you want a child seat?” “Would you prefer this table instead? Your baby might get too hot over there.” “Is the fan okay? Do you have a blanket so he’s not too cold?”) I always worry about bringing Cy to nice places, for fear he might fuss, so it’s nice to feel so welcomed.

Mesmerized by his activity gym

Mesmerized by his activity gym

In the meantime, Cy is turning three months old on Tuesday. We spend a lot of time playing in his activity gym. He doesn’t seem to care about holding or playing with the toys yet, but he is fascinated by the sounds they make and watching them bounce. He likes to lie on his mat and kick out with his legs until his left foot hits one of the bars on the gym, which then makes a toy bell ring out. He hits it so regularly and precisely, we’re starting to think he’s doing it on purpose, that maybe he has figured out that he can make the bell sound if he kicks the bar. I don’t know yet if he gets cause and effect, but it happens so regularly that it doesn’t seem to be entirely due to chance.

And just look at that look of concentration!

And just look at that look of concentration!

And he can do that for long stretches of time, sometimes up to fifteen or twenty minutes. I’ve noticed he tends to do what I call “getting stuck in a loop.” He sometimes gets so fascinated by something, he’ll just stare and stare and stare for ages, until you finally distract him. He does that in his little play gym, and he often does it as I put him to sleep in his bouncy chair. He’ll stare at the window or at me, and seem to get locked into that until I move and get him back to the business of falling asleep. It makes us wonder if he might turn out to be an intense little one when he gets a bit older; that he’ll be extraordinarily focused and earnest when he’s trying to figure something out.

Anyway, Christmas is in the air in our house. We haven’t put up any decorations…and I suspect this year might be the first one in which I don’t put any up (thankfully my parents will step in and dress up their new home). But we’re singing all our favorite carols to Cy, and Silent Night has turned out to be the new favorite lullaby to get him to sleep. The excitement this year for me isn’t gifts. It’s that it’s Cy’s first Christmas. I can’t wait to see his face when he sees his first Christmas tree.

Thing I Love About Cy Today: The way he furiously works his mouth and tongue when he’s deep in concentration.

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8 thoughts on “Momma Chat

  1. You are entering a stage now for the next three months where you just won't believe how social and outwardly interested he will become. That first year is so full of miracles.

  2. A culture that adores babies must be a great environment for a new mom! But I can just picture everyone staring as your husband walks around with Cy tied to him. Hilarious.

  3. lovely to "meet" you through Wednesday Around the World. Your baby is so beautiful. It was interesting reading your post and the differences betwen Western and Eastern cultures. Have a beautiful Christmas with little Cy.

  4. I love Toby carrying the baby. Don't care about the local culture – it's a good thing.

    Cy is a Virgo. I don't know if I totally believe in that stuff…but it does say he will be very analytical – concentrating on figuring it out. Well. I'm Pisces. Toby is Cancer. I don't know what to tell you…it seems to fit most of the time. I can't explain that and don't really want to think about it too much. I have no doubt that Cy will be bright. It will amaze and astound you. Wait for it.

  5. Great post, and I found myself reminiscing about babies in Thailand. One of the weirdest aspects of moving back to the States was how nobody, and I mean nobody noticed our children or smiled at them. Our children were well loved in Thailand, and it was so shocking that they were practically invisible here. I do miss that about living overseas. Cy is just so precious. I bet he is very popular.

  6. I just want to pick him up. I want to snuggle that sweet little boy and sniff his sweet neck. He is so dear and plump and precious. But he is so far away! I simply can't wait to hold him and love on him. I love you, sweet Cy.

  7. Of course they love him – who wouldn't??? He's welcome to come over to my place in the States and hang out all he wants :)