It’s been a while since I’ve had to sleep when my baby is sleeping. He’s twelve now so there’s no midnight wake ups, no poopy nappies and vomit on all my favourite clothes. There was a time though, when I thought those things would never end. The advice I got was never ending too. I’m sure you’ve heard it all too.
Still, nothing prepared me for being a mom, and I was at my happiest when I had on a nice outfit and my boy was sleeping peacefully in his stroller. Picture it: strolling through the botanical gardens, Lonzi and Bean MaxiMum dress flowing elegantly around me, my hair not full of vomit for once. This never happened because Lonzi and Bean weren’t around twelve years ago and back then my hair was never free of vomit. It was a fun fantasy though wasn’t it?
Have you ever met someone who’s advice was so devastatingly annoying that you considered moving to a remote island? What was your favourite piece of advice I wonder? Was it to sleep when the baby is sleeping? Was it to give the baby a taste of kale purée at four months to ensure that the child appreciates life’s complexities? No, I bet it was your aunt Margaret who advised the ancient art of the muslin swaddle under the light of the full moon bare breasted so that the baby feels blessed and connected.