When baby2011 was about 5 days old he fell asleep after a feed. I wrapped the fragile, tiny newborn up in a blanket more carefully than you would a million £ antique. I tip toed up the stairs quieter than I’d ever done before. Then I crept over to the bedroom, his Moses basket in sight and…wacked his perfect new born head on the door frame. “Waaaaaah!”
That’s confession one! There are, unfortunately for him, quite a few more.
I do think as a mum you’re under a lot of pressure to be perfect. My health visitor wisely said to me (3rd visit after the first fateful one!!) that the only pressure mothers are under is pressure from themselves.
We are the only ones who freak if our babies cry in Tescos or puke on the floor in Starbucks. Let’s face it, it’s not like you can control it!
I definitely felt (and still feel) the pressure to be perfect. To have the perfectly behaved baby and to appear like everything is straightforward and easy peasy.
Eeeerm, well thank the lord for gcse drama and a level theatre studies! Maybe I’m fooling a few.
God I’ve done so many stupid things since baby2011 arrived. I blame sleep deprivation. And hormones! Yes it must be hormones.
And seeing as this blog is becoming somewhat cathartic I confess to being less than perfect as a mum.
I once (actually maybe more) swigged jack Daniels out the bottle at 08.45 when baby2011 was a few days old. Arguably it did us both good.
The first time baby2011 wee’d up in the air with no nappy on I put my hands up to stop me getting a face full and it all went back all over him.
I always did and still do let baby2011 sleep in my arms so I can watch This Morning without having to run up and down stairs.
If baby2011 throws his dummy on the floor I lick it and he has it back.
I have to put In The Night Garden on to persuade him to eat, sleep and play nicely for 5 minutes so
I can unload the dishwasher. I’ve watched 6 episodes today and I really dislike upsy daisy (tarty!) and wonder whether the tombliboos are well looked after…i reallydon’t understand how makka pakka is smaller than iggle piggle but whatever!
Baby2011 sleeps on his front and his nursery is 21 degrees.
When the little monkey won’t eat any of my homemade, slaved in the kitchen for hours to make meals he has fish fingers, garlic bread and chips…
Baby2011 probably falls and bangs his head about 3 times a day.
Yes, I have visited lots of baby modelling websites to see how much he could earn us. And yes, he was so much cuter than any of the uglies on the site!
At baby2011’s first derby day I drank 3 glasses of champers and 2 glasses of wine and then
breast fed him in a tent listening to the commentary of my horse (Pour Moi) winning me about £60.
I still walk him round and sway until
he falls asleep. Then place him in his cot holding my breath in case he wakes as he touches he mattress.
I turn the plug off and let him play with my phone charger. It keeps him
Quiet for 5 minutes…
I’m liberal with calpol.
Baby2011 and i have had some awesome times and he can’t even talk yet! He’s my best mate that little fellow.
Being perfect is soooooooooooo dull!