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Martha Hirschfield and Hanna Rosin

Bring Back Bill's Fat Thighs!

Posted Monday, Jan. 8, 2001, at 5:49 PM ET

Hanna--

A very productive afternoon. I piled The Little Boy into his car seat, under multiple layers of fleece and flannel, and met up with Will at a downtown day-care center--one of the many centers sponsored by federal agencies. I had put my name on their waitlist (and about seven others) practically the moment I found out I was pregnant. Based on the experience of friends, I knew that even that would be no guarantee, and about a month ago I made some phone calls to see where things stood. The news was grim everywhere. Twenty-sixth on the list. No openings expected until summer. Short-staffed in the infant room, so no new babies, period. I had begun to resign myself to the enormous expense (and, honestly, discomfort) of hiring a nanny. And then, out of nowhere, this place called wanting to know if I was still interested. A former colleague of mine has sent her son there since he was a baby and couldn't speak highly enough about them. I had visited last March and came away with a good impression, but at that point I hardly knew what to look for. Anyway, I jumped at the spot and came away after this visit reassured that they were going to provide very good care.

So Eli will "phase in" over a two-week period in February, and I will go back to work. This is not over any missionary zeal for my job but because, much as I love my son, and much as I've enjoyed being home the last several months, I do think I would go insane if I were honest-to-God home full-time. Or, as I was joking with someone recently, I don't want to go back to work, but I don't want to stay home either.

What do you think you and David are going to do?

(Speaking of Dr. Sears, I'm ready to shoot the guy. Sure, I'm using the sling, just as he recommends. It's supposed to let me go about my business while providing my young one with contact and reassurance and stimulation. Right? Well, at this exact moment, Eli is sitting in the sling, facing out, while I type. And he's yelling his head off every time I sit down. What the hell good is it if I have to stay in motion?)

Yes, I had heard about Laura Bush's dressmaker--some Texan and, judging by the looks of it, heavily influenced by the English guy who did all of Margaret Thatcher's suits. Fair game is what I say. It's not like there weren't plenty of cheap shots directed at Bill Clinton's fat thighs or Al Gore's bald spot. And I'm feeling pretty mean-spirited about it too. If I had to endure endless commentary on Hillary's hair, all those Republicans are just going to have to sit there and take it while Laura's fashion sense is ridiculed. As for the rest of us, I'm not worried about a big-hair trend in Washington. This place is going to continue to look the way it always has, which is basically boring. That being said, I'm interested in the whole phenomenon of a change in administration. I've only ever lived here in the Clinton years. Does much really change--that is, for those of us who aren't political appointees or the people who socialize with them?

I have read some of the parenting magazines, mostly in waiting rooms. And my sister brought me an armload right after Eli was born--her hairdresser was disposing of them. If you read enough of them, you discover that yes, in fact, they do recycle the same stories ("Twenty Healthy Snacks Your Tot Will Love," "Discipline: When 'No!' Is Not Enough," "Shed Those Pregnancy Pounds Fast"). I found they just increased the number of things I was worried about.

I gotta go feed this kid. Make sure you put a hat on that little girl before you go out in this weather!

Martha

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Bring Back Bill's Fat Thighs!

Posted Monday, Jan. 8, 2001, at 5:49 PM ET
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Martha Hirschfield is an attorney, a new mom, and is married to Slate's William Saletan. Hanna Rosin is a Washington Post reporter on maternity leave and is married to Slate's David Plotz, who is Martha Hirschfield's cousin once removed.
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[Notes from the Fray Editor: A lot of messages about birth control, and about penguins. Great discussion on childcare followed on from Paul Decker's post, below. Some readers--how can we put this?--weren't fully in sympathy with the Breakfast Table's new mothers: others were.]

I quote: "Drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge: But what if Noa want to be a zoologist, specializing in penguins?" I suppose we need to cut new mommies some slack, but there aren't any penguins at all in the Arctic. How many hundreds of emails came in with this point? Sigh. Unfortunate, but there it is, the medium makes criticism so much easier. If this were print in the pre-internet era, then you might get two letters pointing out that penguins live down below in the Antarctic and are primarily food for leopard seals and so forth. But now, with Dear Editor only a click-on-reply away, the possibility of gazillions of outraged penguinphiles writing to you at once and crashing your server can't be called a mere possibility, but rather a stone cold certainty, and cold stones naturally brings me back to the odd fascination penguins have with pebbles, which they stack in little heaps. Nearly 15 years ago, when the oldest of the offspring was a newly gooing bundle and I was the only dad in the park with a stroller, I decided to do something once a day in the company of grownups, so as not to go berserk. I wound up taking Intro Chinese. The rest is rock and roll history, and here I am in Beijing, with three and a half years already spent here in a couple of big chunks, and all four sons fluent in Mandarin Chinese-- two in fact taking end of term Chinese tests as I write-- and all because when Martin was born, there was no internet, there was no Breakfast Table, there was no email inbox, there was no Instant Messenger. Congratulations on the birth of your wee one. Says I, father and primary child care provider for nearly a decade and a half, there is nothing better. Nothing comes close.

--Mike Connelly

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A pacifier is not pure distraction. It has mystical properties. I believe the sucking actually produces changes in the child's neurochemistry. The problem is how to get the damn things away from them. My 2 and three-quarter month old daughter worships her pacifiers--she literally builds shrines to her pacifiers. Help!

--David Edelstein

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Pacifier elimination is the first cold turkey parenting situation. Later will come unlimited cable TV and internet privileges. Depending on how phone services are billed in your locality, phone call privileges may go the way of the pacifiers for some period of time so that school work can get done on time. If you are lucky to not have free local calling, you can just make them pay for the itemized charges which usually makes them stop calling their friends all night long.

The cute thing about teenagers is that they whine the same way they did as two year olds when you took away the pacifiers.

--Tom R.

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New mother Hanna has not spent enough time reading trashy women's novels. They often make reference to abortifacients, usually after the heroine gives it up to the hero in some ill-advised fashion, gets pregnant, and tries to keep it a secret. Fun things like wacky combinations of herbs. Even better, the birth control measures! Sponges soaked with vinegar!

As far as the Pill being an abortifacient as well as a preventive measure: it does prevent ovulation, as Momma Hirshfeld points out. However, it provides a backup plan as well. If you do ovulate anyway, the fertilized egg cannot implant into the uterine wall. So, technically, a potentially viable pregnancy is ended. The key word is technically - certain people, such as Ashcroft, will make any argument rather than accept that people should have control over their own bodies. Why do certain Republicans think the government should no power over our monetary decisions, but should have total control over our biological ones?

--Laura

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Apparently Martha was able to find a place in a decent child care center because of her affiliation with a federal agency. But what of the vast number of other families without access to such resources? Preschool child care is a state issue (except in the federal District of Columbia), but as far as I know, no state is doing anything to support it. Yet, there has been no organized movement to do anything to change this, either by getting state support for private preschools or by any other means (though there are plenty of efforts to get state support for private schools, and they aren't all religious).

I have thought from time to time that raising child care work from its current low-paid ghettoization in the dot-com economy would be a unifying cause that liberals, moderates, and even some conservatives would embrace. It hasn't happened yet, but I haven't given up hope.

--Paul Decker

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