Since I had my baby, nothing much can phase me, claims Carrie Linder.
Have you noticed that when you have a baby, something happens to your Ick-ometer?
It’s as if it suddenly gets switched off. I mean, things you’d usually balk at, like spit and puke
, don’t phase you in the slightest anymore.
Take my experience today for example…
I went to Pick n Pay this morning (something that in itself might not be a major achievement for most part of the population, but even after 7 months of having a baby I applaud myself if I leave the house and Do Something Productive).
Joseph was absolutely fine in that pram with the car seat thingie attached (good invention) for about oh, say, 3 and 1/2 minutes. After which, he started niggling and eh eh eh-ing
Now I knew it was going to be a long shop
(I'm hosting my sister's surprise bridal shower on Saturday night - I do hope she doesn't read this column or else it won't be much of a surprise) so I had to keep him entertained somehow.
I once read an article about the pros and cons of feeding your children in supermarkets. Hello? I can't think of a single con. If it kept Jo quiet and entertained, I'd give him the actual trolley to chew on. What the baby ate
So half an hour later - which is a very, very, very long time to spend in one shop if you have a baby - Jo had eaten:
- half a baby rusk
- most of a piece of dried mango
- a third of a cracker bread
- and he'd sucked off the outer layer of a dried pear
I had eaten:
- the other half of a baby rusk
- the rest of a (very soggy) piece of dried mango
- two thirds of a cracker bread (one third of which was partially digested and regurgitated)
- and what I think (hope) was the rest of his dried pear.
I only ever manage to find already-used tissues in my bag, but today there wasn’t even one of those in sight to wrap the sticky mess in.
So short of making a pile of half eaten food on one of the shelves, or storing the remnants on my person (didn’t have pockets – in my bra?), the only logical thing to do was to eat his leftovers.
Gross? Nah. It scores about a 1 on the Ick-ometer.What grosses you out about babies? Or is your Ick-ometer broken too?