Mumsnet users share their proudest parenting moments with Baby Bjorn

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There is often a lot of talk about being a ‘good parent’ and with that comes a fair amount of expectations of what a ‘good parent’ should: look like, act like and even sound like. However, these (often unrealistic) projections put a lot of pressure on parents, but parenting is not a competition; most of the time you have to trust yourself and worry about it later!

Here’s what BabyBjörn have to say: “We want to put things into perspective by empowering new mums to have faith in their own instincts, set their own standards and develop their own unique parenting style. The one thing that all parents have in common is the love they have for their children. This means so much more than different opinions about giving birth, breastfeeding v. bottle feeding, soothers v. no soothers, cloth nappies v. disposable nappies, full-time work v. part-time work, or babywearing.”

BabyBjörn would love you to share the parenting moment you are most proud of.

Perhaps you created your own parenting rule that worked a treat and now you feel like you could write your very own parenting book? Was there a time when you you felt like ripping your hair out trying to get your DC potty trained but you persevered and finally they did it with no drama! Or maybe you’re multitasking was seriously put to the test and you came out the other side feeling like Super Parent?

Whatever parenting moment you are most proud of share it on the thread below and you’ll be entered into a prize draw where one MNer will win a £300 Love2Shop voucher and a brand new BabyBjörn Baby Carrier One for themselves and one for a friend/parent they want to celebrate.

Thanks and good luck!
MNHQ

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when my DS1 overcame his stammer after months of speech therapy, and read his story at the end of term assembly, how I did not cry that day I will never know. He still has some 'bumpy talking' and we practice to keep the stammer under control.

A few weekends ago, seeing my 3 year old son help a boy up and ask if he was ok in the park. Really proud of him as kindness is one of my top priorities to teach my children.

Proudest moment was just the other day when my DM jokingly asked my DS (2) for the last bit of his kinder egg and he looked at it and offered it to her! (She didn't take it). I've always tried to teach him the value of being kind so hopefully it'll pay off.

My little girl was a premature baby which has always made her extra special. We had married in the March, got pregnant on honeymoon and she was due in January. Out of the blue I developed pre-eclampsia and was flat on my back in hospital for 4 weeks before she was delivered at 32 weeks. She was perfect but a tiny 3 lber, we watched her constantly for developmental delay etc. Did everything wrong: couldn't breast feed, lived in a flat, had hardly had time to get used to being married. Fast forward to 9 February 2018 - she is 23 and my proudest moment was her graduation ceremony with a First Class degree (we missed filming the big moment as we both dropped our phones and jumped up and down at the crucial moment!). The pride was not in the grade, or the university, but because she has had to fight all the way, and the reassurance that I hope it will give other parents with preemies. Fingers crossed that we can win a baby carrier for her and her best friend as I think it won't be long til I'm a granny - back to watching and worrying!

The moment that I most treasure is on a day trip to Brighton my then 7 year old son decided to give his £5 spending money to a homeless man instead of spending it on himself! So proud!

I am in tears reading some of these! My 9 month old DS has a disability that should and likely will affect his communication skills but he greets everyone he meets with a smile. Everyone says what a lovely communicator he is. I think the connection we share has a lot to do with that.

Following my instincts to do what works best for me and my baby despite being told I "need" to do otherwise!

My daughter and her fearlessness.. we are ski instructors, so we ski with her lots.. and take her to the dry slope. We went to the alps last week. Another kid went into her when she was following us down a slope.. she had an epic wipeout and her nose was bleeding dreadfully.. she was shocked, but she got back up and carried down the slope.. later she looked down at her gloves that were covered in blood.. and she said 'at least I'm learning.. if I fall, I learn.' No joke. She had me flooded. I was so proud of my little girl.

Im quie proud the day i gave birt to my son my first born had a sickness bug so when baby came home the first week of his life was maddness made worse by a sickmess bug which he didnt catch mini fist bump moments since shes got better i feel like we handle it well and coped ok we were great hehe lol if yu were there ud get why im so proud of me and he dh x

My ds is only 5months but he makes me proud every day, and when I see how happy he is and how quick he's growing and learning I realise I'm doing something right.

My proudest mum moment so far has been persevering with breastfeeding. My son lost quite a lot of weight after he was born and we struggled to establish breastfeeding. It meant feeding, topping up then expressing every 2hours day and night for nearly two weeks but I did it. After that everything fell into place and I realised I could do this.

When she took her first steps!

The first time I heard a my daughter compliment someone else. She was only just two and told her little friend she liked his coat. Shes such a polite child and loves to build others up, it makes us feel so proud

Might seem silly but getting out of the house for the first time with dd on my own. Had a pretty traumatic delivery and was very down. Around 3 weeks I ventured out and I’m so glad I did. ‘D’p doesn’t seem to have much faith in my parenting ability even though I’m the only one who actually parents. I’m pretty proud of how my two are turning out.

Severely disabled DS2.

1. First tooth..aged 23 months
2. First Roll ..aged 14 months
3. First Sat Up... 18 months
4. First walked ... Aged 4.6
5. First words... Aged 5.9

Any new words I glow... So far yes, no, ready steady go, help me ( not in context), I'm stuck ( not in context), happy birthday, iPad, tissue.

Nearly 9 and still needs to use a wheelchair for any distance but communication with an iPad and makaton!

When my DD spent ages picking a worm up from the road and moving it to a new home on the grass, chatting to it all the while to "make sure he wasn't scared".

Bit dramatic, but when DS2 was a baby he was diagnosed with numerous illnesses but the one that had me tearing my hair out was his refusal to eat anything. I was told he had 'failure to thrive'. Whenever we were at the hospital I'd ask about his constant distress at eating but always got fobbed off. I remember once being there for a heart appointment for him, and the doctor left the room. I was so worried about him I walked out into the hospital corridor and grabbed a passing doctor to ask why DS was so ill. I just wanted to ask anyone, until someone could give me the answer. This doctor just happened to be passing the consulting room I was in. To this day I have no idea who he was, but he saw how upset I was and kindly came in and examined DS. By the time the heart doctor had returned he'd made a diagnosis. He must have been senior to the heart doc, as he told her to add a couple of gastric medicines to the prescription she was making out for DS. They worked, and DS started eating once the medicines started working.

Really, I have that unknown doctor to thank for saving his life. But I used to sit up all night long, dripping tiny amounts of milk onto his tongue so he'd not notice he was feeding, and looking back - doing that, and being the wild eyed loony in the corridor flagging down anyone in a white coat - well that made a difference.

My DD has colic and my first few months as a new Mum were the worst and hardest of my life! I was too scared to leave the house for weeks and really struggled to adjust to life as a Mum. My proudest moment would probably be the first day I was brave enough to head into town on my own - might sound silly but getting the train, breastfeeding in public and even make it to pret for a coffee felt like I was totally winning at life!

I'm so proud of my middle son. I was worried he would be jealous or resentful when his baby brother came along, but he has been so kind and caring. He makes me proud by always helping out when I'm changing nappies, choosing outfits or just generally in the house. He's not even three yet, but he is so considerate and (usually) gentle with the baby and I brim with pride seeing them together.

My proudest moment was reaching 6 months breastfeeding and still going despite bad latch, tongue tie, mastitis, thrush x2, staph a infection & finally raynauds diagnosis all in the first ten weeks. 8.5months and still going but pain free and against the advice of almost everyone I encountered on the way. Being stubborn has its benefits

I think it was simply looking across at a sleeping DS on the first night of his life, and just thinking ‘you’re the best thing in the world’! Several months later and in the middle of the night again, have to remind myself of that when he’s not so sleepy!

A proud moment was when a friend was trying to feed her baby some mush and she wasn't having any of it. My son went over, started to feed himself. She looked and him, opened her mouth and then he started feeding her!

my daughters were concerned at Christmas that some children wouldn't recieive presents. I saw them deciding which of there toys they could wrap to give to other children that wouldn't get Christmas presents. Lovely moment.

My lovely boy won a raffle prize, he could choose from a stall and chose a perfume for me rather than a toy or sweets for himself. It stinks but I love it

When a complete stranger came over and told me how well behaved my DC (aged 2 and 6 months at the time) had been in a cafe. It was the first time I’d taken them out to eat alone and somehow the stars aligned and there were no tantrums/poo explosions/food throwing incidents.

I was proud that somehow as a fussy eater myself I'd managed not to pass that onto my DD. My mum said when DD was 2/3 and a family friend when she was 5 that she was a joy to feed. She absolutely was. (I realise it was probably luck!! But I think if you have issues then NOT passing them on is to be celebrated.)