One of those recent reports again told us that some of the conventional wisdom about what to expect when you’re expecting are overblown. Go ahead, drink coffee, expectant mothers are told. And have a glass of wine as well.
Maybe it isn’t conventional wisdom at all. Maybe it’s the voice of experience.
After all, we were born to mothers who took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and who didn’t get tested for diabetes.
And when we were born, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered by bright-colored lead-based paints.
There were no child-proof lids on medicine bottles in those days. Locks for doors or cabinets hadn’t been invented. We rode our bikes without wearing helmets. One time I wrecked on my bike and hit my head hard on the pavement; my parents watched me closely but didn’t have me tested for a concussion or anything. By the next day I was back to normal.
I never rode in a child car seat. There wasn’t any such thing. When our kids were born, my wife cradled them in her arms as we drove home from the hospital. As infants they rode in a lightweight infant seat, and when they got older there were makeshift child seats more or less held in place by a seat belt, but there was no padding anywhere. One lucky kid at a time got to ride in the Stroll-O-Chair high chair seat, which was state of the art at the time but barely buckled in place by a seat belt. We didn’t worry about kids riding in the front bench seats either, because there were no air bags. A close substitute in case of a panic stop was Mom’s extended arm.