What's the most PFB embarrassing moment you've had?

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I remember mine and physically cringe. DS1 is very bright, learned to walk and talk early and had a good vocabulary. So bright and developmentally at the top end (younger DS slower on all counts but both totally normal) but not exceptional.

Being shown round a lovely nursery and I said on more than one occasion how he was "really very smart" and that the doctor had said how clever he was (local GP had said she's very good speech wise and health visitor had said similar.

I cringe so hard every time I think about it. He goes to that nursery and whenever I see the head who showed us around I just think about how much of a wanker I must have seemed 😭😫😆

My worst PFB moment was walking backwards with the pram for the whole mile home from town on a sunny day. I didn't have a parasol, didn't want the sun getting on my baby, and even though the pram had the capability to detach the carrycot section and put it back on facing the opposite direction, I didn't want to do that either because I thought he'd be scared if he couldn't see my face.
I must have looked like a right twat.

I thought my PFB was the most gorgeous baby ever to grace the earth. It was a struggle to resist the urge to hold her aloft in Hammersmith Broadway for all of West London to admire. I genuinely felt sorry for the parents of ordinary babies. After a few months I got a grip.

I had a panic attack on the phone to 999 when I phoned them after my one year old got her finger trapped in a door.
I’m usually quite pragmatic about these things but I was full on ‘my babyyyyy!!’ - they advised me (or rather DH who had to take the phone) to go to A&E.
On the way I decided her finger actually looked totally normal and I had to make an embarrassing call to A&E to advise that we wouldn’t, in fact, be attending. (I did take her to the GP who said it was fine.)

I’d packed us both an overnight bag and everything like she was going in for an amputation

@WillaWeatherspoon

My worst PFB moment was walking backwards with the pram for the whole mile home from town on a sunny day. I didn't have a parasol, didn't want the sun getting on my baby, and even though the pram had the capability to detach the carrycot section and put it back on facing the opposite direction, I didn't want to do that either because I thought he'd be scared if he couldn't see my face. I must have looked like a right twat.

Is it possible to win the thread so soon This is a great image.

At my PF's 6 month health visitor check-up I showed the nurse and her assistant various videos of my baby to demonstrate how advanced she was. The nurse was trying to ask questions and I was like 'hold on, watch this bit'

These are brilliant

Oh my gosh I'm still so embarrassed about mine.

I asked my mum to put PFB down whilst she was eating her ryvita lunch, as the edges looked too sharp to be near baby

I also sent a FB message to a relative who was coming to meet the baby asking if she minded if nobody but me held PFB in my defence (is there one?!) PFB was 4lb 3oz and tiny and I had severe post partum anxiety, I didn't want to pass him around

@3peassuit

I thought my PFB was the most gorgeous baby ever to grace the earth. It was a struggle to resist the urge to hold her aloft in Hammersmith Broadway for all of West London to admire. I genuinely felt sorry for the parents of ordinary babies. After a few months I got a grip.

I was exactly like this 😂 I remember sitting with two other girls I knew thinking ‘why do their babies look like boiled potatoes and mine is the reincarnation of Achilles.’

Love looking back at photos and realising my baby was equally potato looking.

I wouldn't allow anyone in the same room as ds while he was feeding as a baby or even when he was weaning in his highchair as a 6/7month old.
Guests were allowed to wait in the hallway as long as they didn't speak as ds would hear them and be distracted.
I also forced encouraged my DD at 2.5yo to receit a poem at the manager of a nursery we were hoping to attend while I stood doing the actions.

All amazing!!

It's all coming flooding back. I wouldn't wear perfume and only showered in unscented products because didn't want my PFB to be confused about why his mum smells different.

I also called 111 when he was three months and had his first cold and they asked the generic dramatic questions that they always do to work out if it's something serious, and they said 'is he struggling for breath with every breath' and I replied 'yes' because he was snotty and technically finding it tricky... before my husband took the phone off me and corrected me

Too many to mention. I made a point of telling everyone how clever DS was, and would mentally be comparing him to other babies. I got really jealous that one of his peers was more advanced in my eyes when they were both about 6 months old

I still cringe whenever my family brings this up (frequently)

When PFB was 6 months old he toppled backwards from sitting and hit his head on the caravan floor. I got down on the floor and hit my own head trying to replicate the sound so I could guess how hard he might have hit it and decide if I needed to take him somewhere to get checked out 🥴 I don’t know what I was thinking! 😂

I had a major panic because my poor MIL, who was holding 2-week-old PFB whilst I slept, had the audacity to allow sunlight to touch his poor delicate skin. Through a window, mind, and it was November.

Im not even sure how to explain this...i stranded 3 weeks old DS and I and ended up ringing DH in tears to leave work and come pick us up. How were we stranded? Well it was my first outing with just DS and I and I took him for a walk in his pram. I was so enamoured with my baby that I hadn't realised straight away that the pavement was in need of resurfacing and was causing the pram to wobble a bit. When I realised I genuinely cried because I thought DS would have shaken baby syndrome. DH thought there had been an accident but found me frozen to the spot on the street too scared to move either way incase I made it worse.

When I went back to work my PFB was seven months and I had loved the start of weaning. He was being looked after by my parents and I made them fill in a diary detailing what he ate and drank in the day.

Didn't even have a diary for ds2.

Oh these are making me feel better thank you all 🤣
Also making me remember some more of mine!
The not wearing perfume or scents. Used to be upset when he'd be handed back and smell of other people.
Also walked backwards with the buggy to stop the sun going in his eyes.

And a very mental one, breastfed him while he was in his car seat and we were driving on the motorway. I was strapped in beside him doing a weird contortion to get my boob in his mouth because I couldn't handle him being upset 🙈

I was determined to establish breastfeeding and read somewhere that it's a good idea to log feeds. I took this to the extreme and for about 6 weeks I kept a note of literally every single feed (EBF) he had - even if he was cluster feeding and having 20 feeds a day. Every feed was logged down to the exact minute e.g left boob 3:19-3:37pm. The breastfeeding counsellor at my local support group thought I was mental and told me I didn't need to do it but I didn't listen. I think around the 6-8 week mark it gradually stopped.

I also cried when DS wasn't invited to a wedding when he was 2 months old because I thought he would look so cute in a little suit.

I'm so pleased I sorted myself out.

@MamaRaisingBoys that really made me laugh 🤣 definitely something I'd do!

I was asked to fill in a milestone/capability check sheet by the HV when my son was very young. She phoned me about the results and I remember explaining (arguing) very forcefully that he CAN tell the difference between numbers and DOES recognise the difference between 2 and 3. He was 4 months old. Cringe.

These are funny

DH and I kept a notebook of every feed and volume for DS1. We also logged incidence of poos, nappy changing times and incidence of naps (and duration). I maintain that this helped us to feel like we had at least a minor amount of control over our lives and did have practical value in helping us to predict WTF would happen next. So, somewhat against the spirit of the thread, I defend my PFB actions and would probably do it again. Having said that, we didn't bother with DS2

Similar to a previous poster, whenever the midwife or HV asked how much formula DS1 was having at each feed I always struggled to remember so came up with the genius idea of logging them all…every single feed and how many mls, for weeks on end, there was notebook after notebook of these records that I then kept as I felt bad about throwing them away

I always love the story from the poster who had read that the baby should always have one more layer on than you as a guide for dressing them, she realised they had the same amount of layers on so couldn’t possibly go out like that so she took one of hers off

When mine was about 18 months old we were at.a playground, thankfully not local. She was toddling around the place and went to where I considered too close to another child on a swing. My DH later told me she was nowhere near getting kicked. Anyway, I suddenly lunged like a goalie saving a penalty to push her to safety. I actually cringe when I think of this and how the mother of the other child looked at me in shock when all of a sudden this mother dives horizontally to push over her own child, DH was looking at me like Jesus. With our second, unless she's actually licking
rat poison or something I'm a lot more chilled.