Sex and the city

Chapter 28 A Family with a Baby—Rampaging Manhattan Moms (1)
Mr. Big is on a business trip in China, and when he called Kelly, he sounded a bit upset.His luggage, which he sent via a courier company, was inexplicably lost, so he now sits pitifully in his hotel room with nothing but his shirt and jeans and not even a change of underwear. "If five years ago, I would have asked them to fire that damn delivery guy," he said, "but I have changed. I am not the same now. If they can't accept that I wear this Dirty jeans to a meeting, then to hell with them all!"

"Let's talk about something else. Oh, by the way, your friend Derek called me," Kelly said. "Guess what he said? He said Laura wanted a baby, but he didn't want to." How do you think he copes? Every night when he goes to bed, he pretends to have ejaculated, and then sneaks to the bathroom to fix it himself. Laura doesn't know a thing, and she's still there every night watching You and Yours Where is the videotape of "Baby!"

"What a wretch!" said Mr. Bigger.

"He said his career had just taken off and he couldn't afford to support his children now."

"How are you doing?" Mr. Big asked quietly.

"I'm fine," Kelly said, a little gloomily, "but I think I might be pregnant."

"Boy. Are we going to have a baby?" said Mr. Bigger.

Kelly didn't know how to react.

New Yorkers are very different once they have children.A few parents will remain normal, but others will be visibly different.They become neurotic.Just imagine, when the energy, ambition, anguish and emotions that were originally focused on the career are all transferred to the children, even the neurotics will go crazy.

This was quickly confirmed by Kelly.She went to Soho to have lunch with her friends Packard and Amanda.The couple had become parents (the few normal ones), and their baby Chester was running around the room, banging an umbrella on the floor.Another mother (the abnormal kind) couldn't control him, so she could only ramble about the child: "I have to play alone, and I don't want to share it with others. But there is no way, he is the only child in their family." , no one can play with toys with him-of course, it doesn't mean it will always be like this in the future."

Like many parents who suddenly have children before they are ready, Packard and Amanda quickly entered the "family with children" circle.But how do they do it?Could it be that they met those people in the early education class?Or those people have long regarded them as backup candidates, just waiting for them to successfully create humans?Anyway, their new friends include: Jodi - who insists on only accepting plain white kids' shirts as gifts because she fears the dyes will irritate her baby's skin; Suzanne, whose nanny never wears perfume , because she didn't want her baby to smell like (bad) cologne; and Marianne, who was picky about her babysitters and fired them at every turn until she had to quit herself and become a stay-at-home mom.

This behavior is not limited to moms.Don't you think that father-son mountaineering outfit with matching roller skating helmets is just too much of an outfit?And the kind of holding the little hand of the child, kissing his forehead constantly, and dancing around the stroller, these behaviors are too ridiculous! (I bet if a two-year-old child knows what kind of expression is embarrassment, his face will already be full of embarrassment) What's more exaggerated is that this kind of father also plausibly said: "You only need to do one of the above behaviors. item, it will be done once and for all!"

Of course, there is a slight difference between being "crazy for the child" and "crazy all the time".But at the extreme, there's only one word for the overprotective attitude of New York parents -- "crazy."You don't know who it's contagious to, or how it will manifest, but as Packard put it: "It's not 'love' or 'caring,' it's 'obsessive-compulsive disorder.'"

"Alexandra!"

Kelly is sitting on the couch, chatting with Becca.Becca was plain looking, with straight blond hair and a long, narrow nose that looked as if she could drink a martini out of a glass.She's just moved into a new apartment on East [-]th Street, and she's talking about hiring an interior decorator—"I have a friend's decorator who's been buying and can't stop, sucks!" ——As she was speaking, a five-year-old girl interrupted her. "Mommy, I want to drink milk!" the child demanded.She was wearing a pleated skirt and a black ribbon barrette.

"Alexandra!" (Why is the child called Alexander or Alexandra these days?) Becca lowered her voice, and intentionally let Kelly hear it, "I can't do it now, watch TV by myself."

"But he has grandma to drink!" The little girl pointed dissatisfiedly at a woman who was feeding a baby in the corner.

"He's just a baby, a baby," Becca said. "You can have some juice."

"I don't want juice!" Alexandra said, putting her hands on her hips.

Becca rolled her eyes, stood up and pulled the little girl over to sit on her lap.The little girl immediately started pulling at her mother's shirt.

"Are you still... breastfeeding her?" Kelly struggled for polite words.

"Occasionally," Becca said, "my husband wants to have another baby right away, but I don't. It's too much work to raise a baby in New York. Don't you, you little one?" She looked down at her baby.Little Alexandra sucked her thumb and watched Becca anxiously, waiting for her to unbutton her breasts.Immediately afterwards, the little one suddenly turned to Kelly again, giving her an evil glance. "Drink grandma, drink grandma!" she yelled.

"Come on, Alexandra, I'll take you to the bathroom," Becca said, "We all want to get this over with, don't we?

The little guy nodded contentedly.

Many mothers can't grasp the relationship with their children. Becca is one of them, and Julie is the second example.She is a petite, dark-haired restaurant manager.She is napping in her bedroom with her six-year-old son Barry.Barry is very cute, his little face is almost carved out of the same mold as his mother, even the black curly hair is exactly the same.But at the moment he was wailing and crawling fiercely on top of Julie—that's what he did whenever someone talked to Julie. "Hey, get away from me! You're so annoying!" Julie muttered, but didn't actually do anything.Barry never played with the other kids, and Julie never let Julie talk to anyone else.Kelly later discovered that this was always the case with mother and son—even at parties—Julie always brought her son to parties, but whether it was a grown-up dinner or a parent-child gathering, the mother and son only followed each other. talk to each other.Julie even puts a mattress in Barry's room, on which she sleeps most nights while her husband sleeps alone in a separate room.They are negotiating a divorce.

"It's normal," Janice said.She's a corporate lawyer, and one of those neurotic mothers -- but uncommonly, she doesn't deny it. "I love my son," she said, "Andy is eleven months old now. He is my God - I tell him that every day. I found him in his crib the other day Shouting 'me, me, me'!"

"I've wanted a baby so badly since I was 30," she continued, "and when I finally got pregnant (she's 36 now), he was like a mission to me. I wanted to Staying at home and being a stay at home mom, but after [-] months I realized I had to go back to work or he would see my face all day long. When I took him to the park, I jumped right in front of him Jump, even the nanny thinks I'm crazy. I kiss him a thousand times a day, I look forward to giving him a bath every day - touching his tiny body just makes me crazy, I've never been to anyone Men have had this wonderful feeling."

Janice also said that whenever she saw Andy glance at a kid's toy, she would rush to the store and buy it for him.One day she felt that Andy seemed to be looking at a cradle trampoline, so she immediately went out, searched for a long time, and finally bought one at No. 14 Street.She wanted to bring the little cradle to Andy as soon as possible, but she couldn't get a taxi anyway.So Janice put the dodgy cradle trampoline on her head and started running back. "There were a lot of people standing there pointing at me, really," she said, "and everyone thought I was crazy. And when I finally got home and gave Andy this big toy, he Howling and crying."

(End of this chapter)