I was ready to become a mum. Nobody was more prepared than me.
As any pregnant woman will tell you, those nine months go sooooo slooooowly. What else is there left to do than read every single pregnancy and parenting book on the market, so you know what to expect as a new parent?
So I read them, all of them, and felt pretty smug about my preparedness for motherhood.
My husband was even ready, for our yet-to-be-born child. We had conversations about imaginary issues and dilemmas, such as who would teach the baby to drive once it came of age and what we would do if we had a girl and she wanted to dye her hair purple.
Then, our son was born, and quite a few things happened that we just weren’t prepared for. Where were these in the parenting brochure?
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1. Baby snot
Yep, I was so prepared to be a mummy, until the first time I had to use that nose thing that sucks the snot out of their little nostrils. I read the instructions very carefully and I did my very best. How was I to know that by pumping that little plastic thing I was forcing it up further, not sucking it out? It took a couple of goes and I became quite the expert.
A few years later I was in a hospital emergency room with my now older son who had survived the aforementioned nostril abuse (he had severe stomach flu), and a frantic couple raced in with their newborn saying their baby’s nose was all clogged up and they were worried he couldn’t breathe. Yep, I feel you.
2. Other nose related issues
Yes, kids do stick things up their noses. Why didn’t I know this? I’d watched all the movies that used this as a funny bit about parenting. Did I think my children would be different? Was I really that smug? Yes, it seems I was, because the first time it happened I went into such a panic I called an ambulance.
While waiting for the ambulance to come, my husband arrived home, surveyed the situation, blocked one of my son’s nostrils with his finger and instructed him to blow out really hard. Out shot a Monopoly house. Lesson, learned.
Oh, and if your baby/toddler has a nose bleed during nap time, don’t panic. You will come to get them and for a moment think they aren’t actually sleeping, but have bled to death due to some random wound, only to realise when they wake up that they have simply had a field day spreading the blood all over themselves and their cot. Look Mum, I painted myself!
3. Hey Mum, look at this.
If your child ever says this to you, consider getting in your car and going for a long drive first.
I still have nightmares about the time my 5 year old son said this to me. He called me in. He was looking into the toilet bowl. I expected to see another toy floating in there. Instead, around a million worms were feasting on you know what. I screamed and jumped back. “How long have you had worms,” I demanded. “What do you mean,” he said. “Worms,” I said, how long have you been doing that,” I said, pointing to the toilet. “I thought they lived in the toilet,” my son said. He seriously did. Apparently he’d had them for weeks but didn’t realise they were coming from him. So, so, so, so yuck. Although worming treatment in the form of chocolate makes any situation better.
4. I love you but you’re driving me up the wall!
How can you love your child so much and become so furious with them as well. I wasn’t prepared for this emotional dichotomy at all. I love all my children so much and they are so adorable but seriously, if they cry one more time, draw on the wall one more time or throw something one more time, steam will come out of my ears or I’ll collapse or throw my own tantrum.