Why Mums can’t get sick

Why Mums can’t get sick

I must admit that the title is a bit of a misnomer. Of course Mums can get sick. We’re not superhuman, however much we like to think we are. 

    Now, before I go on, I know that Dads can get sick too, but for the purpose of this post I’m going to focus on Mums, and specifically, my own viewpoint. 

    I’m writing this on my mobile, tucked under a blanket. The cat on my lap, and a drink by my side. I’m ill. Not in a snuffly nose kind of way, but a full on marching band in my head, cement mixer in my stomach, pneumatic drill in my bones kind of way. 

    How has this affected my day to day life? Well, aside from being sent home from work on my first day back after the holidays, not much actually. And why? Because I’m a Mum. 

    Here’s my list of why Mums can’t get sick. I’m sure there are more reasons, so feel free to add them in the comments. 

    7 Reasons why Mums can’t get sick

    1. We know where everything is. Need the sippy cup, dummy, shoes? Mums have the location of every item mapped in their heads. 
    2. We know what goes into the change bag / nursery bag. Leave someone else to sort the bag and there’s no guarantee that there will be a spare set of clothes in there, let alone a hat in the Winter, or sun lotion in the Summer.
    3. You can’t take a “sick day” from parenting. Whether you’re a SAHM, or a working mum, when you’re at home you can’t take a break.
    4. You can’t have a lie in. Or, if you manage to stay in bed a little longer, it’s rarely much longer. The kids will demand your attention at some point.
    5. You can’t take decent medication. There is no way you can risk the possibility of falling asleep, or having a muddled mind, while taking care of your little one. You just have to hope that the paracetamol, aspirin, or ibuprofen does the job.
    6. The baby/toddler/young child won’t care that you’re ill. Not because they don’t love you, but they see you as infallible, and as far as they’re concerned you can just crack on and make them breakfast.
    7. You can’t use the toilet in peace, and depending on how ill you’re feeling, you’d really like to be able to do that.

      So there’s my list. I’m sure there are more reasons that I really can’t be sick, but for now I’ve got to read a book to E, show her the difference between a banana and a pear, and start preparing for tea.

      Sniffles and sneezes, 

      Lil Jem x

      An open letter to my Parents

      An open letter to my Parents


      So today is my birthday. My first as a Mother. I’ve had messages from friends and family asking if I’ve had a lovely day. And as much as I have so far, I’ve realised that, for the time being at least, celebrating my birthday won’t be the same again. Someone else now takes priority over me; Baby E. As such, it got me thinking about how much of their lives my parents gave up when they had me, and so, Mum and Dad, this post is for you….

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      Baby Led Weaning

      Baby Led Weaning

      I started my baby led weaning journey with E six months ago. She started a little earlier than the advice given by the NHS, however, I knew she was ready. She was sitting up well, and could hold her head steady, and her hand-eye-mouth co-ordination was at the stage it needed to be. She had shown an interest in food for a while, and so I took the leap.

      E’s official step into BLW was when she turned five months old, although unofficially it started the week before when a friend requested that we try to give her ice-cream, just to see how she reacted. It was lovely to see. E got excited and wouldn’t let go of the spoon. I think the cold vanilla ice-cream was somewhat of a taste sensation after living on formula for nearly twenty weeks.

      It was this small step into giving E solids that gave me the impetus to begin BLW with her. I ensured the high-chair was set up correctly, and I went out and bought some clear oil-cloth from a haberdashery, that I could put on the carpet underneath where E would be sitting, to try to make cleaning up afterwards as easy as possible.

      And then we began . . . Read more