Sunday is a pretty good day for people watching, and my favourite
pastime has now got a new logistical spin. Basically, when it comes to the practicalities
of bringing a small person into this world, my wife and I aren’t sweating the
small stuff. Look, we took five years of IVF clinics and private consultations
and plane rides and sperm donors and operations and general chaos to get to the
point that we are at now. So things like the day-to-day practicalities haven’t
quite caught up yet. We have a friend who is due a month before us, and all
they need is the baby monitor. We, on the other hand, have a Barbapapa lamp we
fished out of a skip and a book about a giraffe. We have loads of time… but still, we’ve started to think
that we might need a pushchair. So in the sun, we sat on the shores of a rather
big lake in Switzerland, watching the people promenade whilst paying close
attention to the buggies that went by. This has taught us a few important facts
– NASA sent less advance techno…
Why blog anonymously? Sure, no one has anyone has asked me that, because, you know, writing anonymously… but still, I thought I would address it. This answer is probably three fold, but to be honest the first and foremost reason is consent. Okay, what do I mean by that? Well, I mean I don’t have the foetus’ consent to write anything about it at the moment. I don’t have consent to post pictures, or to discuss anything that might lead to future small person being identifiable. And you know, the internet is kinda forever in some regard so as a prospective (protective) parent that feels safer to me. So yeah, consent can’t be given by Cletus (the foetus), so that defaults to me as future parent. And I don’t want to put up baby pictures or intimate details – I don’t think that is right (see my point above on the internet being forever). The other mother isn’t so keen on it either. But let’s get this clear, if you are the kind of parent who posts your sproglet up on Facebook every four minut…
Last night we celebrated the 1st birthday of a friend's child. They were pretty happy about the fact that they have managed to keep their kid alive for 12 months. And then fast forward to this morning, when I’m in the office listening to music whilst working through my morning tasks. I’ve got the Amanda Palmer mix up on YouTube and her song A Mother’s Confession comes on. This largely is a song about keeping going, making mistakes and just trying to keep a small person alive.
I’m pretty sure that’s going to be me… but, then, I’m pretty sure that’s everyone with kids.