I used dummies (to the horror of my mother who made it clear what a shit mother I was)
I read somewhere that babies could see bright colours but not pastels
I bought every bright dummy i could lay my hands on and sneared at the pastel ones (Ditto clothes,toys and her pram)
Her sister had dummies and I didn't even think of what colour they where-if boots sold them,I bought them (I never gave a thought to clothes,she just wore what hand me downs I got,toys where what her siblings played with and her buggy was black)
I walked around for an hour with pfb screaming in the pram because her food bowl was in the cold water steriliser
Her sister was lucky if
A-i remembered to feed her
B-the bowl was washed
Pfb was lowered gently into her cot,white noise played,any hint of movement and I was there and I once freaked out because there was a crease in the sheet
Her sister was dumped gratefully into her cot while I legged it
Pfb had her clothes washed,ironed,and neatly laid out in the drawer
Her sister was lucky if I remembered to wash them and I'd lost the iron
They normally lived in a pile until I got around to putting them away
Pfb had her nappy changed every hour
Her sister had hers changed when it looked very full
I cried when pfb had her jabs,cuddled her all the way home and hovered over her for two days in case she reacted
Little sister-i shoved her in the direction of the nurse like a lamb to slaughter and didn't think to check for any reactions
First day of school-i was that mother who cried all the way home,every day for a week
Little sis-i shoved her through the door,wished the teacher the best of luck and ran away