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. 

Where Can I Buy Sleep?

Do you know how hard it is to keep up with my reputation as a 2-month-old baby? After birth, I have to learn how to eat, sleep AND poop – all the while looking cute. It is exhausting. Especially since I have to wake up every two hours screaming my lungs out to get a sip of warm milk. What does one have to do to get a drink around here?! Suck a toe? Why can’t they just buy me a bigger stomach so I can drink more and sleep for a full day?

At this stage, due to the multiple interruptions, I only get to sleep 15 hours total.

Don’t even get me started about lack of sleep. A lot of people told Mommy to “cherish this stage because babies grow up fast.” I was astonished. Do these people not like to sleep? I cannot comprehend why parents would trade a full day’s sleep for 20-minute naps every two hours to tend to a baby; of course, it worked well in my favor. Sometimes, these parents even give up sleep to clean the house!

They do know that baby bottles and laundry just clean themselves, right?

I use 10-12 bottles a day and sometimes projectile vomit on the floor. Everything just self-cleans when I wake up without having to lift a pinky. The life of a grown-up is too confusing. Can I go back to sleep now? Or tell me where I can buy more sleep. Please add it to my online shopping cart while I nap. I’ll pick it up in two hours.

Warning: Please take the lesson after a nap but before a feeding. Otherwise, expect to change your outfit due to spit up.

Welcome to Dora’s 5 Min Full Body Exercise Program

Welcome to the beginner class for babies under three months old. All the positions will require you to lay on your back. Alternatively, you can also take the intermediate exercise program.
Warning: Please take the lesson after a nap but before a feeding. Otherwise, expect to change your outfit due to spit up.

Let’s get started!

To warm up, let’s start with a BIG stretch while laying on your back.
Extend those legs, now raise your arms above your head
Let out a loud yelp to alert the caretakers that you are up.
If you can, arch your back – this is a good technique to wiggle out of your caretaker’ss arms.

Okay, relax those muscles.
Kick your legs as fast as you can as if you are running a marathon in the air, work those glutes! This is good practice for rib kicking.
Add some momentum by flailing your arms.
Remember, you are working for an appetite, so cry for your milk! Wahh!
Let’s do that a few more reps. 3. 2. 1.

Okay, stop. Take a break. Let the environment sink in.
Turn your head to the left.
Now turn to your right.
Keep turning your head faster.
Remember, if you do this daily, the bald patch on the back of your head is your badge of success and endurance. So keep going faster!
Are the caretakers still not here yet?
Let out a loud, ear-piercing scream. Exercise your lungs!

Very good, babies! At this point, you should be panting, exhausted from crying, and very hungry.

Thank you for joining Dora’s 5 Min Full Body Exercise Program.

We hope to see you in 2 hours to continue staying AAA certified – an admirable, adorable, and advanced baby. In the meantime, remember to stay hydrated with enriched protein milk.

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.

I gained a new superpower, the Rolly Polly, the ability to roll from my belly to back and vice versa

Rolly Polly Dora

I used to dread Tummy Time. It was one of the worst exercise programs a baby can endure at 1-month-old, unlike the one I teach. Every time Mommy announced, “Dora! It’s tummy time!” my stomach churned. She would plop me helplessly face down on the mat, squishing my face on the floor like playdoh as I struggled to breathe.

Why are you torturing me?

Although, with practice, I gained some neck strength, abs, and even arm muscles. Eventually, I could lift my head a centimeter higher than before. I could also lie on my back, gently rocking from left to right, generating enough momentum until I roll over halfway into a sideways plank for a few seconds. It required an immense amount of ab strength, balancing my left arm and leg in midair with only my right side touching the floor. But it was worth it to gain my new superpower, the Rolly Polly, an ability to roll from back to belly and vice versa.

Why would anyone choose to walk? It’s no fun at all.

With Rolly Polly, I can just roll across the room effortlessly like a runaway dice. My favorite spot is underneath the dining chair, specifically Izzy’s, where crumbs and leftovers are plentiful. I’ll snack on the dried blueberries and half-bitten toast, don’t waste it, am I right? Underneath the desk is also a good hiding spot from that monster in the ceiling disguised as a fan, what if it finally decides to eat me?

I wonder if I can request an upgraded version of this superpower to roll, pivot, AND reverse, so I won’t be stuck facing the wall all the time.

One downfall to the Rolly Polly is there needs to be a warning sound when Izzy’s thundering feet are millimeters away from crushing me as she zooms past me after bedtime, re-enacting Lady Godiva (running down the hall without clothes).

I guess Mommy’s always right; Tummy Time was good for me after all.

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