Confessions of your PFB moments, come on in - the water is an exactly perfect temperature!

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It has been a while since our last confessional.

I once took dd to a&e because she had a bruise.

A fairly small but hard bruise on her side.

I thought she had broken her ribs.

Forgive me

Now join in and let me catagorically state that this PFBness is open to ALL parents and ALL dc despite how many you have. Come on you know you've all done something cringeworthy in retrospect.

I think I'm fairly chilled, though I do still use a water gauge to check temp in the bath, but only because I am seriously crap at telling temperatures - DH always complains that when I run water for washing up it's scalding hot. It doesn't feel that hot to me, so I'm always a bit wary running ds's bath!
I did seriously consider labelling ds's socks for nursery but I thought that was a bit overboard

One of my firends trimmed her pfb's finger nail a little to short and it bleed, she ran with her to the dr's!

I wouldn't let pfb dd have any toys/cudlies/blankets in her cot or moses basket in case they mysterously suffocated her in her sleep. She now has one bunny.......she is 14 mo

i had one of those nursery thermometres (sp??) that told you how many layers baby was allowed in her cot.

and stuck to it rigidly

and the bath temp

and when she was outside too.....

I was an utter nightmare, and still am to a certain extent as if I feel cold, obviously so does everyone else......

I also matched bibs to outfits

and changed the entire outfit if DD1 got dirty, and when I say dirty, just a smear of milk would be enough........there would be no sour-milk smell about my PFB!!!

oh, and socks also had to match outfit.....

the amount of washing was horrendous.

Am rofl at these, especially the ice lolly and the hampered development!! Classic!

I have a cap memory so can only tell of things I still do with my 16 month PFB....

Still check bath temperature with thermometer

Have never used nail clippers on fingers or toes because I'm scared I'll slip and cut her (still bite them off )

Have never left her with anyone except dp whilst awake (and have not yet left her overnight )

I still sometimes sit in the back of the car with ds, when he really begs me to. Anything for a quiet life!

Oh I still do the bib matching thing

oh god, I remember going out for the first time after having DD1.

DH had a football 'do' on, and the team arranged for it to be at the pub closest to his PIL's house so that we could both go. (PIL's were babysitting at their own house and we were staying over).

anyway......I was BF so expressed loads off, but we had not figured that DD1 would just NOT take a bottle! cue me having major anxiety.......

MIL was not at all fazed tho, she said that they would all be fine and DD1 would be ok.

I was not convinced..........

we went, we could walk as it was literally 100yds away, and so I said that I would ring o ensure all was ok and would come back if needed.

I rang them tho every half hour, starting as soon as we got there to make sure she wasn;t missing me.....

and on the third phonecall heard crying in the background and so pretty much flew back.

DD1 was crying becuase me ringing had disturbed her finally taking a bottle, and also MIL had got a teeny bit ranty about the phone going so often

I was only gone an hour.......DH was not impressed!

of course now, five babies later..........MIL is lucky I return at all

DD1 and I used to attend a mum and baby post-natal group and we had a discussion on first shoes. One of the mums (who was on her 3rd so no excuse) said 'oh Crowthorne has the best shoe shop' and the HV nodded wisely in agreement.

So when it came to DD1's 1st shoes I thought nothing but the best for my daughter I drove half way across the county to said shoe shop and bought her a pair of Clarks.

For her second shoes and most thereafter I went to the local Clarks - two minutes down the road...

OMG, I have a stair gate for one step, the step goes into our kitchen which in turn leads into the bathroom. I couldn't be bothered with baby proofing the kitchen so I just put a stair gate there instead does that make me PFB?

DS's father forgot to put the mittens ond DS's hands when he was about 4m old, cue big scratch mark on his forehead. If you have heard DS's dad and me following discussion you would have imagined that instead of scratching his own forehead DS had amputated one of his limbs.

I rushed ds1 to the doctor (emergency appointment no less) as he had a white coating on his tongue (after picking him up from my mum's.) The doctor couldn't see any white coating. Further investigations revealed he had eaten a fromage frais just before I had collected him from my mum's house.

My PBF moments were always outweighed by my husband, who has a "chuck 'em in the deep end" attitude to childhood
I remember getting extremely uptight when FIL "forced" a chocolate into DD's mouth and was convinced that I would never be able to leave her there.

We did take DD to the hospital when she fell off the bed, though in fairness I was advised by the NSH direct lady as DD was crying. After that, it was reported to the HV who made comments to DH when he took DD for her injections (as I couldn't take her due to being traumatised by the whole experience!). The HV said things like "we can see it was probably an accident" which got DH's back up, so when she asked if we had a fire guard, DH said no. The HV became hysterial "you must have a fire guard!" and DH said drily "we dont have a fire..."

Took my 4 week old baby to see a consultant paediatrician for baby's first blocked nose. We still see him regularly so that he can weigh and measure him and reassure me. Probably not the usual sort of consultation for him!

Mine makes me cringe so much and I have even tried to block it from my own mind . When DD started at the school nursery FS1, she was clearly brighter than all the other children and her abilities were being overlooked by the teacher so I wrote a list of all the things DD could do eg
1)Can recognise the author and illustrator of the book
2) Understands the text is read from left to right
3) Can use the computer mouse to navigate websites

and so on........OMG, I bet the teacher pissed herself when I'd gone

Oh dear suwoo!!! (snigger)

arabicabean - you pay a consultant paediatrician to weigh your baby..........????????

What does he charge? I'll do it for half!

not just the teacher suwoo - the rest of the staffroom would have been ROFLing as well.... {grin]

Awww these are brill

First-time parenthood offers so many opportunities to get in a tizz

My big sis had a great line in pfb inc washing (in non bio of course) and ironing ALL new baby clothes before her pfb was allowed to wear them! Brand new, not hand-me-downs or charity shops.

lol at www's stairgate!

I was obsessed with the temperature in our flat. It had to be 18c on the dot. I 2 thermometers (sp?) in the bedroom, and obsessed about ds1 being too hot/cold, and how many layers he was wearing.

I insisted on sterilising twice - once when I got the breast pump out and then again the bottles before I poured the milk in (as the sterilyser lid had been opened, the bottle wasn't sterile anymore obviously!). If anything was put on the counter then it was re-done

Ds1 only had 70% G&B chocolate and he was at least 2 before he had that.

I do remember having a very earnest chat at our nct group about whether it was harming one of the babies that they occasionaly, for a few minutes, might have been put in the bouncy chair while Eastenders was on, so that the mother could eat her supper. We all decided it wasn't good for the baby, and she should stop doing that immediately

There are lots of other incidents I'm sure...

Clam- if it might make you feel better, how about broken wrist, also Christmas Day, Xrayed and plastered on New Year's Day (me in that week, bandaging and reassuring her it was just bruised...)

Ahem

In my defence, it was a non displaced greenstick fracture.

this thread is hilarious

i think it is safe to say that so far we have avoided the worst excesses of PFBdom

Among the many....

My dad opened the back door and a large fly came in. I started screaming at him and flapping around incase it landed on dd1's fingers, she put them in her mouth, hospital admission....etc, you get the picture. Poor dad, god rest his soul, I wish I could go back in time and apologise.