Turned my back to get a babygro, and he rolled off the changing mat onto the stone floor - luckily he landed on his arse as it was a good 3ft drop.
I also pandered to his food whims, and he's now a horribly fussy eater like his mother. On the other hand, DD has been given anything and everything, I even buy her stuff DH and I won't eat, and she just loves food. Thank Christ. It could still all go wrong and bite me in the arse, though - I have learned not to be smug.
Listening to the fucking idiotic GP who told me some babies 'just cry'.
No, my baby used to not cry, and then started screaming. Undiagnosed reflux for 6 months. None of us slept. It was hell.
I shut the car door gently to let someone past me, in my 8 month pregnant state, car keys were down at the side of toddler DS so I could strap him in. The car auto locked. We were at a services 100 miles from home and a 100 miles from our destination. I sobbed. DS fell asleep after an hour. I still feel awful about it. Green flag didn't really get the urgency of a one year old who was not fully strapped into a car and his parents locked outside, in the pissing rain, with his heavily pregnant mother absolutely hysterical. 4 hours. Horrendous.
I posted on here that night, and it reminded me of how fantastic mumsnetters are. The police and the dispatch service for Green flag, though, were useless cunts - and I say that as a policeman's daughter