Tomorrow our little dual-citizen will be two weeks old. Defying overwhelmingly skewed prediction odds from friends, family, and strangers throughout Mexico, we had a little girl. We named her Leela. I’ll write more later about her birth, but all in all it was a very positive experience.
It took less than a week before we were admonished for not wrapping her in enough blankets. I knew it was coming. Mexicans are SERIOUS about infants and piles of fleece – it’s rare that you glimpse any part of a baby being carried down the sidewalk. No face, no hands, nothing. Everything’s swaddled into a super thick cartoon fleece baby burrito.
The woman who approached us in the park had an agenda, but she tried disguising it amongst friendly baby chatter:
Woman: Oh what a cute baby. How old is she?
Me: One week.
Woman: So pretty. But you need another blanket on her. It’s very cold out.
(it was sunny and 75 degrees)
Me: We are from the United States and it’s not very cold for us. It’s warm.
Woman: Did you have the baby here in Mexico?
Me: Yes, in Puebla. My husband is studying here for the year.
Woman: So she is a Mexican baby! How great. You should put another blanket on her though.
……and so it continued. Social niceties interspersed with PUT A BLANKET ON YOUR BABY BEFORE SHE FREEZES!! Exasperated with our lack of shared urgency over the situation, she eventually left.
In general, Mexicans seem more excited about babies than Americans. Or at least the average random person here is much more likely to want to see the baby, ask questions, and gush over him/her. That part is fun. I just have to also expect that they might voice concern over her dying of exposure.
Other posts in the “Moving to Mexico” series:
At home in Cholula
Transporting a pet to another country
What to pack for a year abroad
Animals in the murals and on the sidewalks
Preparing to have a baby abroad