First French bread.
Tick
First smoothie. Tick
First avocado. Tick
First egg. YUCK!
I think it’s safe to assume that everyone knows exactly how
much I love being a mummy to baby Little One - I may have mentioned it once or
twice! What I haven’t mentioned are the bits I don’t like about being a
mother... “What?” I hear you cry. Yes, there are some things I do not like:
1.
Injections:
Can’t we just wave a magic wand that wraps our little ones in a protective
layer, safe from all illnesses? That way we wouldn’t have to inflict injections
on them. I have to say, my guilt was marginally eased as I didn’t hold Little
One when she had her injections, instead I took the ‘saviour’ role, giving her
cuddles straight after and carrying her away from the mean lady with the
needle!
2.
The first
fall: Oooohhhhhhhh that resounding thud. You know the one – it sounds like
an arctic lorry hitting the side of your house.
You move like grease lightening, but everything
goes into slow motion and your precious little one goes from smiley baby,
sitting playing happily to a falling confused baby toppling backwards... and
you just don’t get there in time. THUD... Silence. ...That look of shock... The
crumpling of the face... The quivering of the lips... The cry... The guilt!
3.
Cutting
nails: What is it with babies’ nails - how quickly do they grow?! And our
wriggly little ones really make it a challenge to cut them.
So, how do you do it? Baby nail scissors?
Baby nail clippers? Or good old chewing? My method... ask someone else to do
it! That may seem like a cop-out, but unfortunately I have a very good excuse. I’d
made a lovely game with Little One in order to cut her nails. One foot down,
four nails in and... NOOOOOOOO, I snipped her toe. Now I would like to point
out that Little One didn’t even notice and actually carried on giggling at the
game, but I was in tears and devastated that I had injured my little girl.
4.
Car seat
woes: There you are with ‘going to the zoo’ CD playing, raspberries being
blown back and forth between us, when we enter a tunnel...
All goes a little dark... silence... and
then a screech and total sobbing (scared cries). Oh no – I am on the M25, heavy
traffic, I am on my own... I can’t stop, I can’t cuddle my baby, I can’t pick
her up for a reassuring hug. I have to listen helplessly to her crying, trying
to calm and sooth her with words, rhymes, funny noises... A whole three minutes
later (which believe me feels like hours) and the sobbing gradually subsides,
but the damage is done. I have failed my little girl by not being able to wrap
my arms round her when she got scared.
5.
Poo in
the bath (my favourite!) – I really don’t think I need to say too much
about this one and I think I am fully justified in stating that this is a part
of being a mummy that is not fun! Though it is intriguing - where does that
amount come from and how come it sticks to everything, even things when they were
not in the bath at the time? A very messy stinky mystery!
I would like to reassure every mum out there that I am
working on a solution to all the above and I fully expect to have them sussed,
fixed and mastered by... well... ermmmmmm... actually... nope, I have nothing!
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thanks for visiting Stories and Stuff. Have you sneaked a peak at my Doodle Diary Blog? No... well no time like the present!
ididadoodletoday.blogspot.co.uk