Most batshit thing you did with your PFB

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Chatting to friends today about the funniest/craziest/omg what was I thinking things we did with our firstborn DC.

When DD was a few months old she fell out of a small ‘smart’ baby swing that gently rocked her and played music. It was a very small fall onto carpeted floor and she didn’t even cry. I screamed in panic and took her to A&E. But before leaving I took a video of the smart swing so the doctors could see exactly how it rotated and I measured the distance from the floor to the rocker so they had that crucially important information as well. At the hospital I think I asked more than once if she needed a brain scan and huffed and puffed when the nurse gently said no😭 No-one was interested in watching the video either!

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No replies, not one 😂

But he read every single one.

Oh yes, I remember taking DC1 to a baby classical musical concert. An explosive poo incident midway through brought the experience to an early end😭

Nevertheless I persevered. On one memorable occasion I trekked across London with a friend to take our babies to an immersive baby friendly outdoor violin session. I mean…why?! We sat in a freezing cold gazebo and when the violinist started my friends baby began screaming which set a few others off. We clenched our jaws and sat through it while I thought about the other ways I could have put £25 to good use. I also took DC1 to baby massage, baby sensory activities..you name it.

Poor DC2’s ‘activities’ consisted of being dragged along to my appointments and pick up/drop offs for DC1. Other than that he made do with the park, library and he loved sitting on trains watching other trains speed by. Happy to report that my failure to take him to Baby Bach concerts hasn’t harmed him😂

I took my first born to an and e for a very light cat scratch that was about a cm long.

in my defence, I was a young mum, had never grown up with pets, (it was my sister’s cat) I asked the drs first would I need to get baby checked or no. They called me in and it was the gp who sent me to an and e.
i still remember the very tall handsome blond hospital dr being miffed that I had brought baby in

it still makes me cringe

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I made baby sushi for DS1 from the BLW cookbook. It was actually sort of fun and he ate some, but wayyyyy too much hassle to do again. I had that packet of sushi rice for years.

I remember you! That was the same thread where another poster said they parked outside A and E every time they gave PFB a new food in case they had an allergic reaction

I've never forgotten either comment 😃

I still do this for my 7 and 5 year old. Not sure when I will stop 🤣🤣

I love that there are so many children out there that were raised as mini Roman emperors, having grapes peeled for them! 😂

When it came to weaning DD1 onto solids (Yep, Annabel Karmel a go-go) I wasn't as confident a cook back then and had to buy a new blender etc for pureeing veg. I'd never used one before as my parents were not into cooking and I'd never even seen one in action apart from watching TV chefs use them.

Anyway I scooped out an avocado (yes yes if it had been ripe enough I could have just mashed it with a fork- I know that now), ponked it in the blender attachment, plugged in, switched on. And wondered why it made a funny noise and there were 5,000 bits of plastic in the avocado.

Turns out I'd not taken the plastic casing off the blade. At least I didn't attempt to give DD1 the avocado.

And when I finally did get it right, she turned her nose up at it. She did start enjoying avocado at the age of 11 or 12 and loves it now (aged nearly 20).

Both DD1 and DD2 loved bananas as babies/toddlers. I must have given them so many that they wouldn't have a bar of them beyond the age of three.

I must admit with DD1 I did rely on Hipp Organic more than with DD2. After DD2 threw up Hipp organic spag bol all over the car 😱she wouldn't touch a jar of baby food again.

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Love how specific this is!

NC for this because these stories are legendarily bonkers in my family.

I made my husband strap baby DS into his newborn car seat to go up and down the stairs in case he was dropped…carried on for weeks.

I wouldn’t let the baby touch the floor, only a special mat I carried round with me for the purpose of tummy time.

I insisted on items being antibacterial sprayed, wiped twice and then washed in soapy water before the baby was allowed to touch them.

Looking back, I must have had some form of postnatal OCD. Second baby, DD, was allowed to grub around pub floors and explore the stairs whenever she liked….and has turned out much more rambunctious and resilient….

Awwww I can totally relate to this! It is such a big step!

Oh thank heavens, another one! I left my PFB outside Sainsbury's in Cambridge city centre - this was back in the day when shops were small and prams were left outside (yes, really!). Got home with that vague feeling of having forgotten something. Remembered, panicked and practically qualified for the Olympics sprinting back. He hadn't woken up and nobody noticed he'd been abandoned. Slunk home and didn't tell anyone.

When my first born was 3, him and his best friend loved to go into the Early Learning Centre. This day I had my eldest and 2nd born and his best pals mum was there. The two boys got into an altercation that ended with my son having a spike off one of the trains stuck in his head. He pulled the train out and there was blood spurting everywhere. I just hit the pram and walked out the shop. I did go back on after a minute but I had just panicked at all the blood.

Both boys will be 24 in August and Jack will always point out to Evan that this tiny little white spot is where he tried to do a lobotomy on him.

I was born in 1978 and you always left prams outside. This afternoon my mum had to go to the job centre and because I was sleeping she didn't want to wake me so left me in the pram. My aunty saw my pram and thought she would go take me to show off her niece, my mum comes down the stairs to no pram or baby. Starts hyperventilating and crying when my aunty appears with me and asks my mum what was wrong.

Being pregnant and having your first newborn there are very different @LaughingCat. I’m not ‘triggered’. I’m saying that ridiculing women who are struggling with anxiety with their babies is cruel and unhelpful. It’s easy to laugh when you’re on the other side of it but when you’re in the throes of exhaustion and inevitable anxiety of having a baby for the first time, it’s not nice to see a group of women having a jolly old laugh about how you think you’re doing your best. Perhaps you’ll feel different when it’s about you.

Maybe @ttcat37 - I know I’m laughing at myself right now (seriously, I seem to think that if I just nail nutrition exactly right during pregnancy down to the last gram of avocado, then the baby will be the most nourished it can be…and don’t get me started on the three UV sterilisers I’ve already bought…three! Why do I need three? 😂). But I don’t see anyone on this thread laughing at struggling first time mums…I just see a wiser community of established parents chuckling about how they dealt with things first time round, and doing so with empathy, compassion and a certain amount of ruefulness. I’m finding it very comforting that I too, will one day be the same.

When DD2 had been home from hospital a few days the community midwife noticed one of her fingers looked red and a bit swollen. She told us to take her back to the ward to get it looked at. Turned out it was infected and we were readmitted and she spent several days on IV antibiotics. We think it could have been caused by a tiny hangnail catching on her sleeve.

My dad left my brother in his buggy outside woolworths. Got the bus home and mam said where's dB? Dad rushed back to find db happily sitting there non the wiser. This was the 60s.

I think it was standard practice to leave babies outside shops well into the 1970s? I know DM did with my older siblings. Someone once walked off with my brother when she left him in a pram outside the Post Office. He was found safe and sound, a little girl had taken him and her panicked mum brought him back. This was around 1976 I think. DM just chuckled when she talked about it. Kind of blows my mind!

Not me, my DH (who is a bit of a geek). He covers most if not all illness as it is easier for him to get cover at work than me, The first time it happened he actually documented kiddo's temperature on an excel sheet, taken every 2 hours I jut let him get on with it but did have a giggle with both grandmothers about it. His mum said oh you won't change him. hahahaha

Lived my entire life around nap schedule always making sure she napped in her bed at home instead of just going about the day and letting her nod off in her pushchair. I ended up driving myself half crazy with it. Also, when she was newborn, I set my alarm every two hours to breastfeed her for weeks. I was a zombie. I was so tired one day that I tripped over my own foot and smashed my jaw into the corner of the tv stand and ended up in a&e thinking I’d broken my jaw, luckily just bruised badly and needed stitches. Still have the scar to prove it!

You're not going to give up, are you?

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