I expected a baby I loved so much,
I promised to be a perfect parent,
Read books, attended classes and such,
Information abound wherever I went.
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When the baby came home at last
I was nervous but well informed,
Rearing my offspring would be a blast,
I would be judged by how I performed.
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My mother and mother-in-law were kind,
But I felt their advice was outdated.
Any problem in my books I could find,
Unsolicited help I hated.
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When baby and I were at last alone,
At first all happened as expected.
I did everything as I was shown.
I was prepared and nothing was neglected.
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Then nights of broken sleep became real,
And my powers of judgment diminished.
I never had an uninterrupted meal.
All accumulated knowledge just vanished.
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Nothing was happening as I had planned,
I needed advice not found in books.
So returned to the help I had earlier banned.
I needed hugs, praise and encouraging looks.
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The moral of story is very clear,
Individual babies do not conform.
Keep doors open for advice you may hear.
Loving support is invaluable once baby is born.
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April 2013

Teresa Denton
The late Teresa Denton (1941-2014) loved poetry and loved advising new mums in her clinic in the northern suburbs of Johannesburg, South Africa
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