Pacifiers however, have a technical design flaw. Babies can spit them out. And lose them. And then they\u2019ll bawl their eyes out. With my second kid, greater wisdom and all, we got the kid a pacifier holder, which is a string thing with a clip at one end, and a pacifier at the other. The clip neatly attaches to baby\u2019s clothing, so that once spit out, the pacifier can\u2019t go very far. I mean, I love the internet and all, but then I loved these pacifier attachment thingies even more.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s not like I have a problem with the above commandments (except that they\u2019re insane) – you want to breastfeed your kid until the kid is old enough to come tapping on your mammary glands in public, whenever they need nutrition (I\u2019ve seen it happen) – go ahead. More power to you. But don\u2019t expect me to do the same. And don\u2019t tell me what\u2019s good for my baby. I know.<\/p>\n
Of course, if you violate any of the above Commandments, you get the Scarlet M – the dreaded BAD MOTHER tag. It looms large, it\u2019s everywhere. It\u2019s there when you mention that you went back to work really quick, and the kid\u2019s went to a sitter. It\u2019s there when you mention that the kid\u2019s watch their movie when you watch yours. It\u2019s there when you decide you want time to read a book, a little me-only time. It\u2019s there when you admit (even to yourself) that you need more stimulation than just baby-talk all day. It’s there when you want to speak your mind, and tell them just how you feel. The Fear of Being Called a Bad Mother is at the #3 slot – you know, right after the fear of cancer and fear of public speaking .<\/p>\n
When I became a Mom, I had no clue what to do. I was afraid of holding my daughter lest I injure her fragile neck, and the gap in the cranium freaked me out. Like what, they have a hole in the skull ? What if we nitwit parents can\u2019t handle her properly ? Anyway, beyond those first few days, you begin to realise that poop does not smell like rose-petals (we each had mapped the day into diaper-changing turns). My Mom, when she noticed us wrinkling our noses at the smell, said it\u2019d get worse as the baby ate more solid food. I thought, at the time, that that was quite an unnecessary piece of information, although she couldn’t stop laughing<\/p>\n
Anyway, what it boils down to is that when the kids are not pooping, they generally like watching SpongeBob, give kisses unasked, and smell like GOODNESS. The very pure variety.<\/p>\n
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