My first guest post is Tric, who writes over at My Thoughts On A Page and is an absolutely fab story teller. Married with 4 Kids, she certainly has plenty of stories to share! Below is a story about expecting your first baby, the expectations and reality of it… Enjoy… 🙂
Remember moving into your first house together? How exciting life was? Every item of furniture debated and discussed at length before purchase? Differences were discovered in what you both meant by ‘perfect’. Walls were patchwork reflections of colour cards until at last your house reflected your personality as a couple.
And then you discovered you were expecting your first child.
Such excitement! With barely a bump visible you wander into shops looking at buggies, sterilisers, monitors and baby baths. Once again every purchase demands debate. What is the best steriliser? Do you want a bath and changing table or the two in one? The safety features of buggies and car seats become more than an obsession.
Then you look to the nursery! Ah yes, your babies special room. What colour will you paint it? Something neutral for sure, as you have already decided you will be raising your baby, ‘gender neutral’. And it must be a ‘calming’ colour, to help your baby sleep.
Speaking of sleep, what cot is the next question? You have a certain one in mind until you see the price, then quickly decide that perhaps there is no real need to rush into buying one after all. Instead you look to small Moses baskets. Wow they are some price too, but you are wooed by how pretty they are. Staring into them you drift away, imagining your precious bump sleeping soundly tucked up under little white and lemon blankets. Returning to reality your eye catches sight of a rocking chair. How perfect that would be at night as you cradle your precious bundle, breast feeding and rocking them gently back to sleep.
It is at this point that those who have had children can no longer suppress the need to laugh out loud!
For while those who have ‘been there done that’ will agree, there is one room in the house a new baby rarely disturbs… the nursery. The wrapping could be left on the cot for all the time they spend in it at night and as for that rocking chair, it will remain as good as new, serving only as a reminder of the shattering of your dreams of motherhood…
As the days and weeks pass baby ‘stuff’ spreads like a virus around the house, all the way to the car. Your small, zippy, pride and joy is pushed to the limits as you squeeze in a car seat, buggy and changing bag, leaving very little room for the actual shopping you set out to get.
Months pass and just as you adjust to your new lodger, they begin to crawl. Ornaments, which once had special meaning have to be put away. Photoframes have to be hung up or join the ornaments. Don’t even think of buying flowers.
Your house as you knew it is disappearing.
Now, on top of the baby equipment, comes toys.
How can something so small have toys so large?
Educational toys, chunky building bricks, toys to push so they learn to walk. My goodness even their books are large. Squeaks and electronic noises are everywhere. Just as you think you’ll need to extend the house, your little one gets a bit older and as if by magic the toys shrink.
Now it’s no longer safe to walk in bare feet as you live in fear of stepping on lego or sylvanian families. Tiny cars, soldiers, dolls, and baby bottles litter the house. No room is safe as within minutes of tidying it looks like a tornado has hit.
It is around about now that something new appears. It can usually be found in the bathroom, and is often accompanied by shrieks and palpatations… it’s a positive pregnancy test! Often just as you found your way to the attic to put away the baby equipment.
Do you remember your lovely house, the perfect one you had before the appearance of your first child?
Well sorry to say its gone, forever.
But guess what?
In its place you have a home…
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