Remember the time? Surrounded by cooing friends as cute tiny outfits are brandished for the arrival of a tiny human being. A perfectly packed bag with a perfectly organised birth plan sit by the door. And all eyes are on the parents to be offering tales of joy for the precious days ahead romping happily with the newborn amidst fields of bluebells and happiness and daisy chains in their hair.
You know that noise an incorrect answer makes on Family Fortunes? Well, insert that here!
A disclaimer – babies, kids, children, bairns, offspring are all wonderful and I thank my lucky stars that our three are healthy and happy (most of the time) and they make me proud every day.
OK but now fast-forward to the moments when you would let a passing stranger hold your child if it meant you could have a thirty minute sleep.
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