Don’t rain on my (baby) parade! – the sequel

I’m very pleased to have the second guest-post, or rather the sequel for you, to the first post Don’t Rain On My (Baby) Parade by the lovelies at Mummy Central (who can also be found on Twitter). A brilliant post! Have you ever been made to feel awkward or “freakish” in this way? Enjoy and if you get a moment, do leave them a comment and tell them what you think!


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Don’t rain on my (baby) parade! – the sequel

I was sad and just a little frustrated at a recent blog post I read entitled Please don’t bring your baby to work

The gist of it was that, in an office atmosphere, showing off your newborn to colleagues while on maternity leave is inappropriate and shouldn’t happen.

The writer said: “I just couldn’t inflict it on them, particularly the lady I knew who was desperate to conceive but had been trying unsuccessfully for years and the man who’d had an acrimonious split from his wife who was denying him access to his kids”.

It’s as if you’re saying ‘look at me, I’ve reproduced, aren’t I clever!’, how insensitive can you get?

Well it would seem I’m very insensitive.

Because I fail to see why having a baby is becoming the one happy occasion in life which has to be suppressed at all costs.

Why do those who don’t have children, but claim to be happy with their choice, have to rain on everyone else’s baby parade?

And now it seems even the ones who do reproduce are being shamed into playing it down.

Mother’s are actually nodding in agreement and insisting they wouldn’t be so silly as to even mention their children in front of colleagues.

If we all need to be super sensitive towards those who can’t have kids, or who are fighting over their offspring in their divorce, how do you think they’re going to feel sitting across the office from a pregnant lady for eight months?

Should we conceal the pregnant workers behind a screen? How far do we go?

It’s called the circle of life. It happens in front of you, whether you like it or not.

Before we had our two sons, my husband and I suffered two miscarriages. And faced the possibility something was wrong and we’d never be parents.

I remember the fear, the sadness… and the poor pregnant girl in the office who felt she had to hide her happy news from me, in case she ruined my life.

Even in my misery, I didn’t see why she had to conceal her delight, and when I found out, I congratulated her on her happy condition.

Yes, there are levels of sensitivity and I’m sure pushing a baby into my arms at that time in my distress might have been a step too far.

But that’s the thing about baby visits

Mothers generally wait for people to come and coo over the baby, they read others’ reactions to find out who wants to see the child and who doesn’t.

They don’t march from desk to desk, pulling out photographs of their placenta and insisting everyone sniffs the infant’s nappy to judge whether he needs a change.

My original post on this topic, also here on Curly & Candid was called Don’t rain on my (baby) parade!

The general theme was how women are made to feel like idiots, nutters, baby-obsessed freaks even, for showing off their newborn. Or even referring to motherhood in general conversation.

I was inspired to write about this by friends and colleagues who spent a good amount of time banging on about their precious dogs, their wedding plans, their diets and what they’d eaten that day.

But the mere mention of how your child was settling in at nursery prompted a series of knowing looks and eye-rolling.

I was supportive, I oohed and aaaahed over the perfect Jimmy Choo wedding shoes, I joined discussions on which biscuit had the most calories. I’d even nod and coo over pictures of their pug, while they chose to ignore pictures of my two sons.

(I kid you not, one conversation actually revolved around how a colleague’s precious dog would eat, then take a sh** straight afterwards).

Does the soon-to-be-married woman in an office come under criticism that she might upset her spinster colleague?

Or the girls loudly comparing calories. Do they have to show concern for the desperately thin worker who might be on the verge of an eating disorder?

No – and nobody would expect them to.

We live our lives, celebrating our choices and not meaning to hurt others.

So why do mothers get put under the microscope? Why are our actions branded insensitive, or over-the-top – even when they’re not?

Office colleagues all over the country take fag breaks, spend time on Facebook, on Twitter, on personal calls, without a hint of complaint from others.

But perish the thought a mother and baby might visit and cause a bit of a distraction for half an hour.

In the end, after complaints about just that, new mums where I used to work began bringing their babies into the staff canteen.

Once word got round they were in the building, colleagues could decide whether they had time to pop in for five minutes, to say hello.

What’s wrong with that? Nothing.

OK, so we all know a mum who goes on a bit too much about her little ones, who insists that women aren’t complete unless they experience motherhood.

But why can’t we ignore her? The baby bores don’t have to spoil it for the rest of us.

We don’t allow bridezillas to put us off weddings.

The post which started all of this – the one warning new mums not to take their babies into an office – featured a picture of a frazzled woman sitting at her desk, child on her lap.

As if that would happen – ever.

We’re not talking about running a department, while simultaneously breastfeeding an infant, here.

We’re talking about visiting colleagues who are genuinely interested in seeing what our bump turned into.

And as long as there is an interested audience, I say show that baby off – with pride.




In Need Of Time Management Skills / Work Organisation

As I don’t have any!

No, I’m being unfair to myself – I don’t have a fixed time-management routine, but I need one. I am very tempted to go and buy Time Management for Dummies but I’m hoping that the people who know about multi-tasking the best (ie parents!) will be able to help.

A few things I know I need to address are:

I have no fixed work-space. We sacrificed the office to have a nursery for Taylor so files /folders / everyday work and household paperwork seems to be scattered all over. We have a desk downstairs but this has the main PC on which is Roy’s (and no table space) so it tends to be a laptop on the knee (I know) or kitchen table job for me.

Having a 13wk old baby, a strict time-management schedule isn’t an option but I need to find some way of organising myself and my to-do list more efficiently than with scribbled post it notes,keywords on the family calendar and just “remembering” stuff.

I need to be more efficient because I’m not doing myself any favours. I am working the equivalent of full-time hours at home now, am a full time Mum to Taylor (13weeks), and to Kieran (4.5yrs) who is at school, wife to Roy & run the house. The whole 24hrs in a day rule is a stupid one in my opinion and whilst everything is done, and on time, Roy & the Boys get all the attention they should, this does mean running myself ragged sometimes to ensure deadlines are met, and work is completed promptly.

So any hints / tip? What do you do to organise your time better, what tools do you use, what gems of advise do you have?

Feel free to link to your website / blog /etc if it will help me, or anyone else.

Looking forward to reading your comments, when I get a minute!

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