It's a gorgeous day here in SoCal and I am determined not to ruin it by making follow up calls to Kaiser or the HMO state management agency which will send me into a tailspin of depression and rage. It can bloody well wait until next week. More and more I doubt I'm even right about any of this insurance stuff. I think the problem is I was just mislead up front and had unrealistic expectations. When I got this policy from ehealthinsurance they told me "maternity is covered" and the most I'd ever be out of pocket in any year would be $3500, but with a $1500 deductible it would really be $1500. Turns out neither of those things are true. "Maternity" doesn't take into account a $500 per day hospital stay charge (which then doubles if your baby is in NICU), nor does it take into account all the labs and procedures/medications that just aren't covered that are part of any normal medicated birth. So maternity is NOT covered...except for the prenatal visits which consist of a weight measurement and a five minute conversation. And obviously my out of pocket maximum is utterly meaningless. So. Just wish I'd known all of this before signing up, you know? Still in terror of my ER bill. Every time I go to the mailbox I have a minor heart attack.
As to the food, I have to admit I was a bit stung by one of the comments on my last post. But I had to remind myself that in this parenting journey people will always say things that are going to make me feel crazy and/or stupid. In my defense I will say this: B only just got teeth a few weeks ago, so I really wasn't comfortable giving him adult food without teeth. Also I have a friend who gave her daughter nothing but breast milk for the first year. And B is healthy and normal and average size/weight so I had no reason to believe he's not getting what he needs. I was in fact waiting for the one year mark to really start bringing real food into the picture, and that's just around the corner. So, we'll get there.
It does make me wonder how often we do things a certain way with our children because it's just easier and we're lazy. My mommy & me group is full of first timers, wide-eyed and scared, asking each other "are you doing this? Are you not doing that?" Yesterday a new mom asked if I'm reading to B every day. I said, "nope." My attempts at reading to B have entirely consisted of him grabbing the (board) book out of my hand, ripping it to pieces, and eating it. That's not to say I don't try to sit him down and at least turn the pages and point to things with him. But I don't try very hard, or very often. Right now he just wants to be on the move. He wants to bang things, drop things, and see what they taste like. His whole mission in life is to drop everything over the side of his playpen.
I just feel like none of our parents, and certainly not our grandparents, ever gave a shit about any of this stuff. They let us do things when we were ready. They warmed bottles for us on the stove, bathed us in the kitchen sink, dressed us in hand-me-downs, gave us sharp lead-filled toys, and we all turned out ok.
Right now my son is ripping off his socks and shoving them in his mouth. He seems to be enjoying himself, so I'm just going to let him have at it.