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Snot on my cardigan

When I first became a mother I was overjoyed with my bundle.  I adored him and most aspects of motherhood, but lets be honest nothing grossed me out more than runny noses or 'oopsies' after feeds.  As much as I loved Alexander he was kept at a distance until he was properly wiped.  This squeamishness comes from being repulsed by wet tissues, vommitting children when I baby sat as a teenager, the way chicken skin gets soft when boiled, soggy biscuits, bad smells, etc.  The list is really extensive.  I am very well brought up though, so few people will ever witness my gag reflex.

And then came baba number 2

With Alexander I was constantly worried about so many unnecessary things, but when Beatrice popped out and my milk was not sustaining her she went on formula.  It was that simple.  Something in me changed.  And so the morning I left for my first day at my temporary receptionists job, dried snot, the slimy kind, had to be wiped off my cardigan.  I know it might sound soft, but I think I am learning to love my children better.  


Much love
Philippa
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  1. Kim Allen7 November 2011 at 22:46

    yep...the more kids you have...the better you get at the snot thing. I clean anything without flinching..while the rest of the family gags in the corner ;-)

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