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

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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. 

Born on the Day the World Will End

Week 2 in the Womb

When I hired this family two weeks ago, I didn’t expect that the new kid, Pandemic, would ruin all my plans. It was already a lot of pressure as the second born. Not only do I have to live up to the high standards that my sister, Izzy, placed, I also have to fulfill all of Mommy’s desires – to be a chubby, scrumptious and drama-free baby.

Unlike Izzy, who tried to attain Nirvana in the womb, my main goal is to survive the next eight months as Mommy’s worries about the Pandemic spread like wildfire: What will the world be like in 9 months? Will doctors and nurses turn into zombies? The world is coming to an end, and I am having a baby.

Month 4 in the Womb

Mommy’s imagination parades the dark womb daily: Will the hospitals have so many patients due to the Pandemic that they won’t have room for us? Should I start hoarding first aid supplies? She asks these questions while having nightmares of giving birth in a dark, empty alley next to the hospital, her screams of pain lost in the sirens on the streets as people fight over the remaining food and water.

The unknown is dark and unforgiving, eating our tender bodies slowly. I feel the sharp pain that runs up and down Mommy’s spine every time she tries to walk. I feel the shudder as she lets out a loud yelp and limps to the wall, clinging on for dear life. I sense Daddy’s helping hands as he lifts her and lays her down on the bed.

I know that I have to give Mommy hope and love. I stretched my arms and legs, practicing my kicks for the real world, letting her know that I am strong and will protect her. I can’t wait to hug her.

Job Offer for Prestigious Parent Servant Role

We are delighted to offer both of you full-time positions as the Prestigious Parent Servants at the Hurricane Dora Corporation. You will have access to the All-Things-Baby department effective immediately. Please schedule your first ultrasound screening. 

As discussed, we are currently short-staffed due to the COVID-19 pandemic, in-person help may be limited, but you will have complimentary on-the-job training. Luckily, your two years of experience at Izzy Tornado Company will prepare you for CEO Hurricane Dora’s arrival in nine months. 

Please review the primary responsibilities and benefits below. 

Primary Responsibilities Upon the CEO’s Arrival

  • Ability to supply free food every two hours, in the form of breastmilk or formula, at least for the first month
  • Time is of the essence; keep track of sleeping and feeding schedules
  • Provide unlimited love and care, even when the CEO burps or farts in your face
  • Every moment is precious. Please document memories in the form of pictures and videos
  • Kissing ass will not get you promoted. Frequent kisses on the forehead will do
  • Around the clock diaper changes, although be prepared for signature bowel movements
  • Sleep is a hot commodity; please take advantage when possible
  • Ensure the safety of the CEO since Izzy Tornado can climb into the crib in a heartbeat

Benefits

  • Wages will be in the form of smiles and giggles, distributed at least once a day
  • You will have job security for the rest of your life as your employment with Hurricane Dora Corporation will never terminate
  • Pension is not guaranteed. It will be assessed upon your retirement
  • Bonus will be in the form of gifts from your family and friends. Please populate the baby registry at your earliest convenience
  • Vacations and dinner dates must be approved by the grandparents

Required Company Events

  • Tummy time on the playmat
  • Weekly walks to the park
  • Dancing in the living room
  • Playdates – Start acquiring friends with kids 

Again, welcome to the team. Thank you for your willingness to sacrifice all your energy, sleep, and funds to this great organization. 

Yours Truly,

Hurricane Dora Corporation

The Baby’s Sharp Talons

Snip. I sat there as still as I could as if a deer in the headlights.
Snip. The nail cutter slowly vibrates its teeth along my one-week-old fingers.
Snip. I quickly look away, staring over Mommy’s head, trying to think about anything but the fact that I am losing the precious sharp talons that I was born with. How else am I going to protect myself!?
Snip. I am screaming on the inside. Help!

“Good girl, Dora, you did a good job. Now you won’t scratch your face anymore,” said Mommy as she puts down my hand. So what if I want to scratch my face? I’ve got an itch as I whimper silently. I clench my fist; no longer are the nails digging into my palms.

Did she take the entire nail off? I don’t feel it, yikes!

“Your mittens keep on falling off; let’s use this instead,” said Mommy as she puts a sock over my hand. A sock!? How unladylike! I wave it in the air, bite it – oh no, this is a child-proof sock-mitten.

I sit there defeated, powerless over the dress code.

At least my other hand is not mutilated.

“Now, let’s cut the nails on your left hand,” Mommy said. Can she read minds too? Oh Noooo!!

Introducing Hurricane Dora

The parents had been acting suspiciously for the past two months. They got out my old toys from when I was a teeny tiny baby. I am two years old already. They should know I am too old for those, and I could hardly fit in the swing. Although I didn’t complain because they put another crib next to their bed, I miss sleeping in their room.

One night, two strangers appeared in our house.

Mommy introduced a tall lady with a mask as “Nanny”; she said Nanny would stay with us for a month to help cook and clean. Then Mommy pointed at a sleeping baby in her arms, saying, “this is Baby Sister Dora.” That’s a long name. I waited for Mommy to finish her sentence, to explain how long is the baby staying and what’s her purpose, like what she did for Nanny. So many questions!

I screamed and started crying, throwing a fit on the floor.

I was exhausted because it is past my bedtime, I may be slightly hungry, and did I mention there were two strangers in my home?!

After calming down for a few minutes, Mommy pointed at the two gift bags beside her, saying one is for me, and the other is from Baby Sister Dora. I reached my hands into one of the gift bags and pulled out my favorite chocolate, Ferrero Rocher. OOooo. Now you got my attention. I reached my hands into the bag again and found a grey stuffed puppy. Hmm.

I dropped the puppy on the floor and stared at my box of delicious gold pebbles. Mmmmm.

“Here, can you give this to the Baby Sister Dora?” Mommy interrupted as she handed me the other bag. Why don’t you give it to her? I have important matters at hand, literally. I reached into the bag and pulled out a painting I drew the other day. “Thank you for giving Baby Sister Dora your painting. The pink and purple swirls are so pretty,” said Mommy. I guess I can gift this as I handed the painting to the sleeping baby.

It was then that I got to look at her face to face for the first time. She seems… familiar. She looks… like me. Like, baby me.

Daddy whispered, “can you give the baby a kiss?” Sure, I love giving kisses as I landed a wet one on her forehead. She stirred a little bit. Then I turned my attention back to my chocolates. How many can I eat at once?

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