Saturday night, a family friend watched Rain while Tim & I went to my good friend's wedding. It was the first time Rain was in the complete care of a non-family member. I really wasn't worried about the care she would receive since I've known the family for about 15 years. In fact, the kind lady who volunteered to watch Rain is the wife of an upstanding preacher--what more could ya ask for in a babysitter?
Honestly, I was more worried about how Rain would treat her. The way I figure, I've got a limited number of babysitters to work with; I don't want to run them all off before Rain turns 1. See, especially because Rain's teething, I don't know when her next meltdown will happen. The first 2 months of her life, hysterical crying fits happened so often that I just accepted them as our new way of life. Even though for the most part she's outgrown the fits, I'm still kind of leery of all public outings. I never go to restaurants without a game plan anymore. Is it too close to her nap time? Can I feed her immediately before to keep her pacified during the meal? Is there a decent place to change her diaper? All those things have to be dealt with before I'll venture into my local Olive Garden.
Rain's teething episodes have put me back in the panic zone (though I'm not sure I ever left). Every time we go out and she doesn't make a scene, I'm thankful from the deepest part of my heart. As you can tell, I was palm-sweaty handing my baby over on Saturday.
Though I was sure the report when we returned would be ugly (she had been wailing when we dropped her off--not a good start), the sitter gave Rain about an A-. She played well and enjoyed the new company, though at one point, there was a crying fit over teeth. The preacher said, "We couldn't find the Orajel in the diaper bag, and it's hard to think when she's really screaming ..." Who you tellin'?
So for now at least, I think my babysitter roster is still intact.
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