Nanny Diaries: The InterviewOctober 24, 2011 at 9:31 am | Posted in Bun, Transylvania | 22 Comments
Tags: Babies, Challenges, Child Care, Children, Expats, Family, Motherhood, Nannies, Romania
So, we have a Romanian nanny. I feel weird even writing that.
But we do. We had to. I can’t walk yet. And while the list of things I can do on one leg grows ever longer (floss my teeth, fold a towel, take a picture), I still can’t change a diaper. Or lay my baby down. Or carry a juice box.
Thank goodness the nanny can. We found her through a colleague of my husband’s. Who knew some college students from his church looking for a job. And that was that.
When she came to meet us, she sat down quietly in the chair next to my leg and its seven pillows. She nodded and smiled as I said mundane things like, “You’ll make Bun’s lunch” and “Maybe you could take him to the playground if the weather is nice.”
But in our interview, here’s what I really wanted to say.
So, my baby poops, like, five times a day. No joke. Can you handle that many dirty diapers? And sometimes, he takes a sip of his milk and smiles so that the milk runs all down his face. And then he laughs because he thinks it’s a great trick. And a few weeks ago, he started throwing himself on the floor, belly first, and screaming when he doesn’t get his way. And he likes to drag the Lego box to the rug and dump them all out. Sometimes he picks them up. But only sometimes. And he smooshes jelly into his hair. And that rope around the cabinet under the sink? That’s because he likes get in there and dig in the trash can. And sometimes, he complains in his crib instead of napping. He complains loudly. Oh, and he’s just learned to open the front door, which leads directly to a flight of stairs he could easily tumble down. And when he’s not trying to get to the door, he’s trying to take the batteries out of the remote controls. And …
But I didn’t say any of those things. I let her figure it all out for herself on her first day.
Bun pooped twice before 9 a.m., put three Legos in the trash can, and removed a banana peel.
But she learned quickly. And she’s still here. Every day, she’s here. Poop, peels, and all.
Do you tell caregivers what your kids are really like? Do you find it hard to let other people care for them? And how many diapers a day does your family go through?