Short stories with a comical twist on the daily obstacles, aka adventures, of parenthood

Category: Mommy’s Stories

Team Evolution Brainstorming the Fate of Human Pregnancy

After the 3rd attempt, the doctors gave up. They don’t know why the epidural solution wasn’t working for me this time. As I went into labor with my second child, I imagined Team Evolution sitting around the table brainstorming the fate of human pregnancy. 

Mr. Evolution: Thank you for coming at such short notice. There is a need for humans to reproduce. We must find the most expensive yet rewarding method as the only way that humans appreciate anything is through hard work. (Pause, sternly looks around the room). If they want a baby, they have to sacrifice health and time. The only decision we have made so far is that humans need to produce sexually and the baby can range from 5-15lbs residing in the belly. So throw in your ideas. Who wants to go first?

[Lots of chatter in the room]

Grandpa Time: Hamster pregnancies are four weeks, but elephants are 95 weeks. …. Perhaps human pregnancies can be about 40 weeks? 

Mrs. Nature: That is fair. How much weight do you want them to gain?

Human Engineer (clears his throat): Let’s make them gain a tremendous amount of weight.

Grandma Reason: Just 25 to 35 lb. Anything more, the baby will be unhealthy.

Human Engineer (excitedly said): What about making them either crave a lot of food and get acid reflux or have morning sickness, where they throw up whatever they eat?

Cousin Practicality (casually says): That’s a good one. Perhaps also introduce gestational diabetes to limit food consumption.

Human Engineer: Do you want to give the baby a tail? Most mammals have tails.

Mrs. Nature (at the same time): Yes!

Mr. Evolution (at the same time): No! 

[Everyone looks at each other, unsure of what to do]

Mr. Evolution: They won’t need a tail. They don’t have time to play with it, anyways.

Grandma Reason: Okay, let’s settle this like professionals. They can have a tail for the first eight weeks in the womb; then, they lose it. C’mon, they already have two arms and two legs; that is 20 digits!

Aunt Space (warning look): With the weight and amount of time, they will gain stretch marks on their belly. Are you okay with that?

[Mutters fill the room but eventually, everyone nods]

Human Engineer: It doesn’t make a difference anyway, their breasts will have stretch marks too due to milk production. The bigger question is, after 40 weeks, the baby will be pretty big. How will it come out?

Mrs. Nature: There are a couple of holes in a human body already. We can reuse those holes or create new ones: earhole, nostril, mouth, rectum, and urethra.

Cousin Practicality (shaking head)All of them already have their functions. It might be hard to channel the baby through those holes; we’ll have to reconstruct the entire body in that case!

Mr. Evolution (sternly says): Let’s create a new hole between the urethra and the rectum where there are a few inches of space that don’t serve any purpose.

Grandma Reason: I agree that is the least time-consuming solution. We can also give that hole a stretching capability so the baby can come out. Just like any other mammal, they will have to push the baby out, and if their hole is not big enough … well, they can snip it.

Human Engineer: Can we give them hemorrhoids, you know, swollen veins when they push too hard?

Aunt Space (exclaims): Very creative!

Cousin Practicality (timidly asks)Umm. With all of these obstacles, what if they don’t want to reproduce anymore?

Mrs. Nature: Nonsense, they will think the baby bump makes them look beautiful with my recipe of pregnancy glow. Plus, when they get a hit of pregnancy brain, they will forget the process altogether. 

Grandpa Time (grinning): Along with that, give them doses of hormones to uncontrollably crave to have more children. To even it out, sprinkle baby blues hormones after the baby is born.

Grandma Reason: Good idea! After they finish nursing, let’s make their breasts droop like prunes, so they will want to have babies again to make them plump and perky again.

Aunt Space: But what if they figure out a way to make childbirth painless? Then they won’t cherish the child anymore, and there will be overpopulation.

Human Engineer: Well, looking at the position of the new hole. It is almost impossible to have painless childbirth. They need to dig 5-7cm deep into the spine to numb the epidural space of the lumbar region. Ain’t nobody that crazy.

[Everyone laughs out loud]

Mrs. Nature: Okay, here is the critical question. (pause) Who will carry the baby? Female or Male?

[Silence in the room]  

Human Engineer: I vote Female. Males already have a lot of pressure to hunt and provide for the family. Plus, their balls will just get in the way of childbirth.

Mr. Evolution (without hesitation, immediately got up and said): Thank you for your valuable inputs. All decisions are final. Today, we have gifted humans the ability to reproduce. This meeting is adjourn.

Side note: During the past two pregnancies and baby training course, I closed my eyes tightly whenever they brought out the epidural needle to avoid freaking out. But to write this story, I had to research how long is the epidural needle and gasped at the image; I am glad I stayed ignorant for so many years. 

Warning - do not buy pullover onesies for kids under 1-year-old unless you are 110% sure you have successfully put on a diaper correctly.

Poopie Series: The Cursed Red Pullover Onesie

Warning – do not buy pullover onesies for kids under 1-year-old unless you are 110% sure you have successfully put on a diaper correctly. (A pullover onesie is a shirt that goes through the head with buttons to close on the bottom.) 7-month-old Izzy managed to scar me for life with the below incident.

You have been warned.

While playing with Izzy on the mat, a strong scent penetrated my nose. I sniffed her butt. It was stinky. Yay! This is a good sign; paranoid moms like myself made sure their children have bowel movements regularly.

BUT what I didn’t realize was that the liquidy sludge had escaped the diaper and hiked up her back.

Frantically, I picked her up and ran to the changing table. What should I do first? Take off her clothes? Cut the shirt up? Izzy smiled at me. She seemed pretty content – leave her be?

My plan of attack was to take off her shirt, wipe her back, then change her diaper. I sprang into action.

First, I dug in between the feces-covered thighs to unbutton the shirt and then rolled the shirt inwards.

Then, the scariest step – I tried to pull the shirt over her head (drum roll, please!). If this were a sleeping baby, it would’ve been easy to carefully pull each hand out and then widen the collar before pulling the shirt over the head. But this was a squirming baby that just learned to roll over but still couldn’t stand yet. By the time I got her shirt off, pieces of feces scattered the changing table and hung onto her thin hair.

She also decided this was the best time to move her head from side to side.

I declared, “It is bathtime again.” After taking off her diaper and wiping the remaining excretions off her body, I ran to the bathroom with my palms cupping her bottom and plopped her into the bathtub. Daddy always seems to plan the grocery trips at the right moment; he won’t get away easily this time. We hummed and enjoyed bathtime as we waited for Daddy to come home and clean up the dirty shirt and piles of wipes still having a dance party on the changing table.

Judy the Possessed Doll

Izzy was crying in the middle of the night – I know, that sounds normal for a 9-month-old. But it was an “I’m scared” type of cry. I ran into her room. Her high pitch whimpers couldn’t be soothed with her favorite blanket, milk, or pacifier. What is wrong? …

It must be – the new doll that she got is possessed!

I was afraid of dolls growing up, so I never got Izzy one. Since we found that lashes help her sleep [read post here], I wanted to give Izzy a toy with lashes, blinking eyes, and long soft hair – the only toy I could think of is a doll. It would be an opportunity to eliminate the fear once and for all, as I comforted myself. Surprisingly, it took me a while to find the right one because dolls these days don’t have the lashes and rolling eyes anymore (which allows them to blink). Maybe there’s a reason – they’re evil! Finally, I found a harmless looking doll at Walmart that had the lashes but no hair – good enough.

I just bought this doll yesterday; she is still in the living room. Izzy was attracted to her immediately because the eyelids “blink” when she plays with the lashes – we named the doll Judy. It must have sneaked into the room, wanting revenge because Izzy was stabbing her eyes. Perhaps it ran away when Izzy woke up. I immediately closed the bedroom door and snuggled closely under the covers of the guest bed with Izzy. I want to face my fears; I should go out and prove that this is all my imagination. Scenarios raced through my mind – what if Judy is waiting for me?

She can be standing outside the door, back towards me, and then slowly turn her head 180 degrees with her innocent smile.

Or she can be down the dark hallway, in the shadows holding a sharp object, then she’ll sprint full speed in attack mode.

Izzy finally stopped crying and started dozing off in my arms. Other than the ocean wave noise coming out of our sound machine, it is pretty quiet. Wait, did I just hear a creak? Our new floorboards creak with every step. I started sweating; she is coming for us. Usually, when I needed help, I’ll call for DT sleeping in the other room, but I was afraid that Judy would harm him instead, so I kept quiet this time.

I wonder if she can talk, I can almost hear the hysterical laughter echoing through the walls. I looked towards the door, envisioning that it’ll slowly start opening. The small night light in the room casts a shadow over the furniture.

My eyes strained in the dark to see if there are any movements, perhaps she’s in here already.

After about an hour (or two?), I dozed off, thinking I should’ve gotten a stuffed toy and crazy glued the lashes on it instead.

The first thing in the morning was to return the doll to Walmart. That evening, I was on the lookout to make sure Judy didn’t find her way back – luckily she didn’t. After scouring the internet for hours, I found a stuffed cow with lashes, on Amazon – no reviews, and it was $30, but it looks harmless – let’s give it a shot.

Nose Excavation

“Thank you for letting me pick your nose.” After saying that to 10-month-old Izzy, I realized that self-image and etiquette are no longer a priority. What if my husband, my coworkers, or my friends heard it?! I am kneeling on the floor in PJs in the middle of the day with a flashlight on one hand and a dirty tissue on another, looking up my daughter’s nose as she sat on the couch.

That sticky booger had been peeking out and tempting me all morning. Izzy was still enough to let me pick at it with my thick fingers. After multiple attempts, I ran to the bathroom for the boogie-tweezer (yes, those exist, it’s a plastic tweezer with round tips. “Why not use a Nose Frida?” you ask. It is not as effective…).

While digging in the dark caves of her nose, I hoped that Izzy wouldn’t get fed up with all the mining expeditions.

When the tweezers finally got a hold of that gooey mucus, the booger was clinging on to dear life, until eventually, with a yank, it snapped and out it came. “Does that feel better?” I asked Izzy – probably more a question for myself. It was a successful day.

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