It was well-intentioned but it’s scared the crap out of us.
There is a Facebook plea doing the rounds at the moment calling for well-meaning folk to stop kissing babies.
It’s been shared right around the world, plastered across the Facebook pages of new mums, pinned to the tops of Facebook groups and printed out and sent via snail mail to mothers-in-law.
The post was written by a British mother whose one-month old daughter caught herpes from a visitor who kissed her baby – a rare, but potentially fatal disease in a newborn.
The post has been been shared more than 46,500 times on Facebook.
The mum, Claire Henderson wrote “Please share this with every new mum and pregnant woman you know.”
“Before three months old, a baby cannot fight the herpes virus. If a baby contracts this it can cause liver and brain damage and lead to death.”
“I know this sounds like I am scaremongering,” she wrote, “but if my friend had not told me about this my baby girl could have been seriously ill.”
While Brooke’s post had the best intentions behind it what it has done is literally scared the crap out of thousands of new mothers right across the world.
Each and every time it has been shared it has been followed by hundred of fearful comments.
“I am not going to let ANYONE near my baby for the first eight weeks” read one.
“Family friends take not this is why you are not allowed near my baby” was another.
It’s hard enough being a first time mum with nine months of food hazards, warnings and dangers, label reading and Googling every little twitch and twinge. And that’s before the baby is even born.
And when you actually have your bub it’s tempting just to wrap the tiny pink skinned thing up in plastic and take off to a hut in the depths of Siberia (except maybe for the dangers of those wild boars).
When you do finally leave the house, each and every passer-by is a threat.
“Oh you had your baby?”
“What did you have?”
“Can I peek?”
Are these people for real? I just spent half-an-hour duct taping down a muslin wrap do these jokers actually expect me to undo it again?
Your hackles rise at the mere sight of dirty fingernails reaching out to caress your beloved’s forehead.