AIBU to ask your most ridiculous PFB moment...

@Rainallnight

My colleague's husband took a job doing permanent night shifts so that he was around during the day to follow his son, who had gone to high school and started walking to the local shops at lunchtime with his mates.

He covertly followed him for at least the two years I worked with her...

So so many but i do remember dropping one of my PFB socks on the floor in the park while i was putting him back into his pram. An kindly lady picked it up and handed it to me. I was horrified and said she can bin it.

[quote HabitsDieHard]@SouperNoodle

"I emailed CBeebies and asked them to stop showing Bot and the Beasties as my PFB was scared of it 😂"
I wanted to email CBeebies to tell them how a particular episode of Abney and Teale had terrified my 2 year old. The only reason I didn't follow through was because I was sleep deprived (Ds2 was 6 months old).
He's 11 now and has recovered well[/quote]
Not relevant but my racist step dad wrote to the BBC to complain that 'Dipsy's face has gotten darker over time'

[quote HabitsDieHard]@SouperNoodle

"I emailed CBeebies and asked them to stop showing Bot and the Beasties as my PFB was scared of it 😂"
I wanted to email CBeebies to tell them how a particular episode of Abney and Teale had terrified my 2 year old. The only reason I didn't follow through was because I was sleep deprived (Ds2 was 6 months old).
He's 11 now and has recovered well[/quote]
was it the pok poks?

@SouperNoodle

"I emailed CBeebies and asked them to stop showing Bot and the Beasties as my PFB was scared of it 😂"
I wanted to email CBeebies to tell them how a particular episode of Abney and Teale had terrified my 2 year old. The only reason I didn't follow through was because I was sleep deprived (Ds2 was 6 months old).
He's 11 now and has recovered well

I can't remember much now about my children's early years (they are 32 and 30), but I do remember the first time they were allowed to walk into the village on their own, to spend their pocket money. They were both junior school age. Well, I followed them at a distance. They never saw me though.

I did a similar thing, when my son, now secondary age, wanted to meet a friend at the Trafford Centre (Big shopping mall up north). Dropped him off, then followed him. For a while anyway.

The biggest PFB moment was not me, but my sister, she had children the same age as mine, we walked into the same village with them, and she spent her time walking at the very edge of the pavement waving her arm so passing cars wouldn't get anywhere near her precious....

Not mine but a family member…still won’t drive for more than 20 mins in the car with baby because of the risk of them sleeping in the car seat…been like that for over a year.

DD was term but small (well under 5lb) and I was told to feed her at least every three hours to start with. My mum came round to look after her for a bit so I could get a nap in.

I woke up, glanced at the clock, and thought it had been four hours since I went to sleep. I raced down the stairs into the living room (IIRC, I was either naked or only wearing pants - obviously I couldn't wait to put any clothes on while DD was starving) asking my mum what on earth she thought she was doing - didn't she know that DD needed a feed an hour ago?! Mum, holding a very content sleeping DD, looked at me in confusion and explained to me it had been one hour since I went to go and have a nap. I had failed to read the time in my panic.

I also phoned 111 twice in two separate incidents because my refluxy baby had been sick in a way that seemed to me slightly different to normal.

In retrospect, I think I was a lot less rational about her as a newborn than I thought I was. The shock of her being so small (we didn't know till she was born) did a bit of a number on me.

-I slept in a sleeping bag or ski thermals for months fear our duvet would migrate into her next to me crib and suffocate her

This is hilarious @Yogity

With my animals, however, I’m PFB in the extreme. Think laminated lists of instructions, complete with emergency contacts.

@Herejustforthisone I regularly look after my sister's dogs and she leaves me four to six sides of handwritten A4 paper every time. The instructions include which side of you each dog prefers to be on when you walk them on the lead, which hole their collars must be adjusted to, how to check them for ticks and what to do if I should happen to find one, and my personal favourite, the correct temperature to which I should heat up the water to soften their dry food, along with many, many other instructions. And yes, emergency contacts for the vet, the out of hours vet, and the other vet in case the first two aren't available.

I have decades of experience with dogs - including her dogs - and have zero requirement for the instructions, but I actually find it a little bit endearing because I know it just comes from how much she cares about them!

DD is still young so this feels fresh! Massively PFB here. I did not expect to be like that at all!

-When I went to baby groups I would feel a little embarrassed because DD was clearly much more beautiful than the other babies and I didn't want to upset the other mums.

-I slept in a sleeping bag or ski thermals for months fear our duvet would migrate into her next to me crib and suffocate her

-I was devastated when we started swimming classes at 12 weeks old and she just floated and didn't kick her legs like some of the other babies

-I threw a strop when out for lunch and DD had a nappy explosion because I only had a babygrow spare in the changing bag and I had degraded her by putting her into pj's in a restaurant

• Probably my worst, i booked two separate photoshoots so that DD could warm to the photographer like a screen test and not feel frightened. The photographer must have taken pity on me for being PFB cause she only charged a negligible amount for the first one and spent most of the time cooing and making DD laugh. I'm humiliated at the thought now!

I took my DD to the GP because I had dropped a crumb in her eye whilst feeding her

I wasn’t PFB at all. I’m not boasting or mocking, all these totally bonkers things come from a place of intense love and good intentions. And they are absolutely hilarious.

But I was so casual with my first that my in-laws would tell my husband they didn’t think I was taking it seriously Now, before I get a rollicking, I wasn’t negligent, I did everything I needed to and more, it just didn’t bother me when he cried so I wouldn’t leap to his attention always, we both slept really well at night and they used to say I should wake him for feeds, they couldn’t believe I’d bath him in the kitchen sink, or that I’d put him outside in his pram to nap, or that I’d take him to the stables with me and let him nap in his pram as a newborn while I mucked out, or that I’d let him be on his play mat on the floor with dogs in the house, or that I did baby led weaning as well as frozen dollops of mush. They didn’t like that I exercised in pregnancy either and didn’t swap my car for something eminently more sensible. I suspect they’d have found fault with me, whatever I did. When I told them I laughed rather than cried when my baby had his jabs, that sort of sealed the deal that I was a monster.

With my animals, however, I’m PFB in the extreme. Think laminated lists of instructions, complete with emergency contacts.

[quote isurvived3under2]@MrsAvocet I distinctly remember my DM cleaning her nipples before every feed with my sister (I'm 10 years older so I remember well). She used some kind of sterilised gauze thingy (not in the UK so not sure if this was a thing here - but your MIL might not have been completely batty!)[/quote]
Yes it did used to be advised to clean your nipples pre feed .It's outdated advice likely to cause more harm than good, but it does kind of have some logic to it. The batty bit was that she was expecting me to use red hot water straight from the kettle!

@MrsAvocet I distinctly remember my DM cleaning her nipples before every feed with my sister (I'm 10 years older so I remember well). She used some kind of sterilised gauze thingy (not in the UK so not sure if this was a thing here - but your MIL might not have been completely batty!)

Not being able to put DS down to go for a shower when it was just us in the house incase he died.

It was actually PNA but if I could do it again I'd just bung him in his cot with cbeebies on.

So, so many. I was quite obsessed that bf DS wasn't actually getting enough to eat. I kept a notebook, detailing every time he fed, how long for, which side, what the contents of his nappy were etc. I set three hourly alarms in the night to feed him - if he was asleep, I'd wake him up - if he was in a deep sleep, I'd get a wet flannel and wipe it over his face to wake him in case he wasn't sleeping, but in some sort of food deprived coma having gone a whole 3 hours without eating.

Eventually, I bought my own set of electronic baby scales and I'd weigh him before and after every feed to check he was marginally heavier afterwards and therefore had taken some milk in. I realised I'd gone way OTT when I took him to A&E because I was so convinced he wasn't getting enough milk - the very understanding and patient doctor took one look at his chubby cheeks and chunky baby thighs and gently enquired if he was my PFB. He's now a lean, athletic 12yr old with absolutely zero interest in food - I think I put him off for life in those early months!

@catoftheland
Only a truly evil man wouldn't admire the most beautiful baby in the world (who certainly did not look like a potato with hair).

Lol. I've felt this way about little old ladies and people on the bus before.

My baby was born during lockdown so we were sent to paediatric a&e for minor ailments instead of our GP, which was great as always empty, but you had to share a wait room with general a&e.

I took DS in for food allergy tests and the only other person in a&e wait was a man dressed in a prison issue outfit and handcuffed to two officers.

He was talking loudly about his crime (murder) and how his kids don't want anything to do with him. I remember thinking that he MUST be a monster because despite being a father himself he'd not once looked over or exclaimed how cute DS was

Only a truly evil man wouldn't admire the most beautiful baby in the world (who certainly did not look like a potato with hair).

I have quite a few of these!

Sleeping on the sofa for the first 11 months of DS' life as I wasn't ready for him to go in his own room and his cot wouldn't fit in our bedroom.

When DS was about 4 months he started rolling to sleep on his Tummy I was so paranoid about SIDS that I set myself an alarm for every hour to wake up and check/ roll him back! My mum even diligently did this when she stayed over and had him overnight as I was so worried, mortifying! This went on for about 6 weeks until I realised how ridiculous I was being.

Tall Dh accidentally bopped DS' head on the ceiling light so he purposefully hit his own head on it to check it wouldn't have hurt him.

More recently we were playing football in the living room and I accidentally kicked the ball in DS face, it's such a soft ball he didn't even flinch, I still made DH kick it at my face to check it wasn't hard.

I have so many more like this but it's nice to see all the strange PFB things others have done as well

Through pregnancy and afterwards, I played Mozart & Tchaikovsky daily, convinced it would help PFB to become a musical genius.
A less musical person than DS it would be difficult to find!