Write about spending time with a baby or child under the age of two. The challenge: if you’re a parent, do not talk about your own child.
If you’re a long-time reader of this blog, you would know that I’m adamantly child-free and plan on raising puppies and kittens rather than humans.
But if you’re new here, it’s a decision that has been deep set in me since I was 16. “Oh, you’ll change your mind.”, they say. Here I am at 24, still don’t want kids.
No, I don’t hate them, I just like them when they’re not mine and I can give them back once I’ve had enough.
And they make me incredibly nervous.
Babies are fragile, and I only have full strength in one arm so it makes carrying them difficult.
I had to spend time with my niece while my Mom ran some errands.
She was changed, fed. Things should go smoothly.
A bit of time goes by and she just starts wailing at the top of her lungs.
Baby is crying, what the HELL do I do?
Okay, she’s been fed. She’s been changed.
I picked her up and started walking the house.
Babies like movement right?
5 minutes go by, every once in a while she’d stop crying.
My arms are starting to get tired.
Crap. Crap. CRAP.
I got her to lie down on the blanket my Mom put on the floor and started rooting through the basket of toys for something that was auditory and visual, if watching The Baby in The Bough countless times, Bones taught me about babies and how they like auditory and visual stimulation.
Brennan and I have so much in common it’s crazy.
Anyway, I found a toy that met both requirements and bam, instant tear stop.
Thank you television show about dead bodies teaching me about babies.
I owe you one.
Babies still give me insane anxiety and I still don’t want one.