The things our Mums did when we were babies.........

[Northerner]

Following on from Coddys boiled egg comment!

According to my Mum I had sugered water as a new born, had a crushed rusk in my bottle from 4 weeks, was put to sleep on my tummy and was potty trained by 12 months and walking at 9 months.

Your turn!

I had rusk in my bottle from weeks old!
I remember my sisters pram base being plonked on the back seat, with her in it, while we travelled anywhere in the car!
I had brandy on my dummy to help me sleep & we were both fully dry by 18 months old!

never smacked me. ever. never needed to because I was a lovely child. I find this hard to believe! she also says I used to wake up singing in my cot, and was eating with a knife and fork in restaurants aged 2. Oh, and I could order an ice cream for myself aged 3 IN FRENCH. yeah right.

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this is a very very funny thread

At least your Mum thought you were a lovely child legalbeagle!
My Mum has always said how awful I was & how I will never come across another child as bad as me!

Our mums didn't have the mod cons we have, they had terries and no automatic machines, so they were willing to work really hard at potty training. We're probably all secretly traumatised.

My parents used to say I was a lovely child and my dad actually used to continue "what a shame you grew up"

Hehe don't need evidence I remeber playing with the food and also remember being petrified of feathers too.
But then mum used to pluck the feathers of the dead chickens.
Ahhh Farm life.

One of the many vehicles my Dad had over the years was a van, with high shelving on both sides of it's interior, where he kept loads of stuff (car parts and spares mainly). Dad made a seat (a sort of bench) on one side of the van which me and my brother would sit on during journeys. We weren't able to speak to Mum and Dad as the driver and front passenger seat were blocked off from the back of the van, there was just a little window, through which I could see Dad's head.

One day, whilst driving along, Dad braked sharply and his toolbox (on the shelf opposite) hit me in the head and knocked me out cold. When Mum and Dad got to wherever we were going, they opened the van doors to find me slumped on the floor, unconscious, with a big gash to my head! My brother was 2, so didn't really know what was going on, although he was crying a bit and patting my shoulder.

I was patched up in hospital and stayed overnight for observation.

Being very safety conscious, Dad moved the toolbox to the floor of the van to avoid future accidents .

Has anyone mentioned Dr Spock. He was the bible in those days (70's) there are some great quotes. None of which I can remember right now. Usefully.

My mum used to have a fag during breast feeding as she said it relaxed her and helped the milk let down.

My Dad smuggled 2 cans of guiness into the maternity hospital for each of the 8 nights we were in there. I was dry by 12 months. We did the old carry cot in the back of the car thing as well. Also was religiously put to bed before Crossroads came on (this was at 6.30 I believe). But this was not when I was a baby but when my youngest sister was a baby so I must have been 4 or 5!

we used to get put to bed really early too. my sis and bro can remember lying awake for hours but not being allowed to read even. i can remember waking up before the milkman came, about 4am!! i think we probably had a 6pm bedtime till we were 8 or 9.

I remember my younger sister being put on the potty from about 3 weeks old! As most mums know, a bf baby will usually poo immediately after a feed - the challenge was to catch it in the pot to save a dirty nappy! I think babies became conditioned to poo (not sure whether they ever peed to order!) whenever they felt the pot against their skin. But a conditioned reflex is not the same as being 'trained.' Children still had to learn later on when they needed to go.
On the subject of travel in cars, my dh was put in an open suitcase on the back seat!!! And at home he slept in a drawer on the floor!

I too had a lovely carefree 60s childhood spent building tunnels in haystacks, fishing in streams for sticklebacks and cooking sausages on 'camp fires' in the woods. I was allowed out on my own or with friends or my sister from the age of 6 or 7. We were often out all day, with just a few biscuits and a plastic flask of orange squash for lunch. We climbed up trees, down storm drains, over barbed wire fences, stole apples from the orchards, played 'dares' and 'scaredy cats' and 'tomboy trials' and did all sorts of things that would've made my mum's hair stand on end had she known. Children nowadays lead such 'sanitised' lives in comparison.

My ds was a 'carrycot on the back seat' baby. Mothercare used to sell a sort of red strap harnessy thing that was intended to strap down a carrycot in the car. That was how all tiny babies were transported then, as car seats were only suitable for babies over 9 months. We thought we were being very responsible by having a carrycot harness, as many of our friends just carried their babies on their laps in the front passenger seat! Both my children were also put to sleep on their tummies (we were warned it was very dangerous to allow a baby to sleep on its back!) and they were fed solids at 4 months and given cows milk from 6 months. Both seem to have survived the experience!
Here's a link about carseats

I was a few weeks old when Winston Churhill died, so I was propped up on cushions in front of the TV to watch the state funeral (him being a great statesman and all that)

No-one can say my parents didn't know how to entertain children, oh no.

I too was toilet trained by 6 months or some other impossible age (rolls eyes). And yes, it has been mentioned several hundred times whilst my own children have been trained at a more - ahem - leisurely pace.

well listen to this for shocking.....my brother (born in 1975) was bottlefed watered down carnation milk midwives advice!!!

why are we all alive???

I was a premature baby but had rusks in my bottles at 2 weeks tatties and mince (not gravy mind) at 8 weeks cows milk at 12 weeks (cos it's good for you) sugared water, travelled in the boot of estate cars with the dogs, given carnation milk, left outside of shops in all weathers, toilet trained at 6 months apparently oh and I slept for 18 hours a day since birth (no wonder with all that tatties and mince)

hmm, im not sure about the hoohaa about steak and chips at nine months. why cant a ninemonth old have it if no salt on it?
my dd was happily munching on a seekh kebab at just under nine months. obviously i made sure was no green chilli in the bits i gave her. but she was happy to do so.

I was born in 1961. When the doctor confirmed to my mother that she was pregnant (it was good news, she'd be married 6 years before she had me), he gave her a cigarette in the surgery and told her that smoking would do her good - keep her calm and help the baby!

my dad, born in 1937 says he remembers lying under the cow, and squirting milk directly into his mouth!

apparently I managed to tell my mum that an egg she had given me to eat was hot at 12 months - so now she's worried that DS is delayed with speech, as funnily enough, he's not anywhere near that sort of speech yet!

I was sent to bed at 7pm with the sound of emerdale music, (never allowed up later)

a choccie biccy made everything alright again no matter what the problem was!

apparently I was dressed in my sunday best for the songs of praise cos we couldn't get to church and I danced to the hymns in the front room - I didn't know any better!

we had faggots with everything!, and the grevy was put over everything so we had the 'goodness' of it still?? (ok then!)

Oh and I had lots of 'spit' washes around my face so it was clean when we went out.