Three poorly babies

I know Jack & Mikey aren’t technically “babies” but they are MY babies, so I have three poorly babies today.

It’s been starting for a few days but today it’s hit our household like a bacteria filled bomb, all three have sticky eyes (Yuck!), poor Jack woke up and thought he was blind! 🙈

Mikey has no comprehension of why I have to clean his eyes, he’s the hardest one to help. Jack doesn’t like having his eyes cleaned (using boiling water and cotton wool) plus eye drops, but he knows he needs them and if he just plays along it’s over a lot quicker than if he fights me, Nicole hates having her eyes cleaned (she’s too young for drops) but is too little fight back, so just gives me a guilty feeling with her bottom lip.

But Mikey, he is the strongest out of all three and hates any sort of intervention, wiping his nose, washing his hair, changing his bum…he’s not a fan of anything like that, so trying to swipe his eyes with cotton wool in one direction so I’m not rubbing it back into his eye, then putting in eye drops is near-impossible, but I managed it, I may have had to gently restrain him with my legs, but it took me no longer than a minute, whereas I could have sat there for an hour trying to reason with him but got nowhere, if you are a fan of the TV show Friends….Imagine Rachel with the eye drop, but x10!

I had plans to take the kids out to the park today or maybe even to a play area, but I’m not so well myself and really all they want to do is stay in their pyjamas and watch TV, so I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to chill with them and not spread this cold/virus/eye infection whatever you want to call it, to the outside world.

Kids perk up pretty quickly so I’m hoping they’ll be OK for nursery and a play date tomorrow, there’s really no way to tell until the morning with kids, they are pretty unpredictable. I know they’ll be absolutely gutted to miss out but I suppose it’s my job to decide what is best and weigh up the pros and cons, they’ve been having their eye drops for two days now, so hopefully their eye will be better by tomorrow.

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The time I knew everything about parenting

Before having children I knew exactly how many children I wanted, what age I was going to have them at and the age gap between them.

I knew how I would discipline them so they were perfectly polite, with no tantrums, they’d eat organically, never have sweets and everyday would be filled with educational sensory fun and strictly no TV.

As well as having perfect children, I’d be the perfect parent, I’d never lose my temper, always look presentable, the house would always be sparkling and I’d definitely never swear!

Pregnancy would be a doddle, I’d conceive the first time of trying, there’d be no stretch marks, my hormonal outbursts would be cute and I couldn’t wait for my “pregnancy glow”.

As you can see it was going to be pretty much perfect, I had it sussed even before the word GO.

There was just one problem, a snag that stood in my way, I bet you’re thinking what could possibly bring my perfect parenting plan crashing down?

Becoming a parent, that’s what!

There’s nothing that can quite show you how little you know, not just about parenting, but about who you will view the world than becoming a parent!

Not only does the textbook baby never show up, but neither does the textbook parent. Not only has this tiny person changed your day to day routine but they’ve changed the way you see the world.

Suddenly everything and everyone is much more frightening, suddenly you’re not the centre of your world anymore, you thought you knew how much you could love someone, think again.

I speak to so many parents who are devastated and guilty they didn’t live up to your own expectations, but let’s be honest those expectations were always unrealistic. There’s nothing wrong with that, the truth is no-one knows what to expect and if they do (like me) then they are wrong.

The guilt will continue (sorry to tell you) for the rest of your life.

Some of the expectations we put on ourselves and some are inflicted by others, fellow parents, the news, Facebook (that ones the worst), but the truth is if you’re keeping your child alive and if you love them and care for them, then you’re doing a good job, there are variations to how we parent but that doesn’t mean one is right and one is wrong, it just means we’re different.

So now as I sit here using my newborn as a plate for my sandwich while she sleeps, one of my boys is eating crumbs that he purposely crushed into the carpet this morning and my eldest is laughing insanely at a dinosaur app on my husband’s phone all at 9pm when they “should” be in bed. I think back to the time when I thought I knew everything about parenting and smile at how I thought that my expectations were what would make it perfect but now I realise the imperfect child and the imperfect parent are what really make it perfect and I wouldn’t change one snotty, tearful or stressful moment for the world.


Babies rule my life!

From the title you may have guessed that I don’t practice “Controlled Parenting”, I do more “Baby-Led Parenting” I don’t follow a rule book to the letter (which sort of makes sense with this style of parenting), some may even say my babies rule my life!

Now before I go any further we should study the sentence “Babies rule my life”, this can be used in two contexts which give it completely different meanings.

The first would be the picture of a broken down mother with bags under her eyes, crying and shaking her head whilst saying “Babies rule my life”, she would then go on to explain how she’s tried all the possible bed time routines, activities to tire her little ones out and even bribery to get her kids to play ball.

The second would be a regular mum, yes probably still with bags under her eyes (sort of comes as a package mum deal) but she’s smiling, you can see the hectic life she is the centre of but she’s happy, she looks at her kids cheeky grins and says “Babies rule my life”, I consider my self more in this context. I don’t try to control my kids eating, sleeping or bathing habits. Some days we get to baby groups by 9am and some days we don’t even get dressed, maybe I’m packing Pandora’s box full to the brim and one day it will burst open and bite me on the butt, but right now we’re enjoying it too much to care!

The thought of leaving my baby to “cry himself to sleep” makes me sick to my stomach, don’t get me wrong, when they whine and moan i get irritated but I always remind my self even if they’re just over-tired they are crying for a reason. Being the one to comfort them when their sad makes me beam with pride that I’m the one they turn to! I’m sure there are plenty of parents out there who have success stories from controlled parenting, but it’s just not my style.

So yes, my babies rule my life….and I LOVE IT! I enjoy watching them grow and learn, they drag me along and I follow their lead, they are my love, my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way!