Confessions from the parenting room

Bubby is four weeks old.

Hubby has returned to work.

I have left the house to get away from the confines of my one bedroom apartment. I am trying to walk bub to sleep, but it’s not working; he is screaming. Scccrreeaaming.

I make my way towards the parenting room at the local shopping centre in an attempt to calm him with some milk.

I’m nervous. I hope there’s no one else there that we are going to interrupt. I hope I can just feed and relax with bub.

Confessions from theParenting Room

But the room is full of other people – mums, dads, nannys, poppys. It’s not as noisy as you might think though, rather it’s quiet and peaceful inside. Just carers going about their business.

I smile and apologise (for my baby crying). I get looks of “don’t worry” and “we’ve all been there”.

That’s comforting.

I look around at the people in the room. There are mums and dads of all different ages, shapes and sizes; from all different walks of life; with newborns and toddlers. Some mums have fancy prams that look like they’ve cost the earth. Some dads are carrying their babies in slings. Some babies are being breastfed. Some babies are wearing cloth nappies. Some baby’s have lots of hair, others have chubby bubby thighs.

But I am still nervous. I hope my little one doesn’t disturb everyone, or that I do something wrong and they think I’m a bad parent.

The other mothers look like experts at this ‘parenting thing’. The mothers with newborns look comfortable as they feed their babies and look at them with all the admiration in the world: the mums of older kids look natural and in control of their active toddlers.

“How old is your little one,” one mum asks as she ‘expertly’ feeds her baby.

“Four weeks,” I reply.

“He’s cute, very contented.”

“How old is yours?” I ask.

“Eleven months. It goes so fast. I remember when mine would feed that calmly,” she says as her baby wriggles around on her lap and does windmill slaps on her chest and chin.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have an eleven month old. It feels like my baby won’t ever grow up! We talk mindlessly about our babies and the problems we have, she offers some solutions to my nursing and sleeping issues that I will definitely try.

Many other mums and dads walk in and out.

It’s busy here today, but it’s peaceful.

I want to stay and chat to the mum to get more hints and tips about parenting, but it’s time for her to leave. I am surprised by how quickly her baby fed, my newborn feeds for thirty minutes but her’s only fed for ten! She packs her pram getting ready to leave. She turns and says, ‘Don’t worry, you you’re doing a great job” and walks from the room.

Almost everyone that I saw when I first entered has left and been replaced by new mums and dads.

Ten minutes later it is time for us to leave too. A walk out and pass another new mum, her baby is screaming too.

She apologises for her baby crying. I smile a sympathetic smile. She gives me a flustered, worried smile back and enters the parenting room.


Bub is awake and I’ve headed into town for some shopping.

We haven’t been into town for ages as I’ve returned to work part time.

Bub is hungry and he cries for some food so I head towards the parenting room. It’s been a while since we’ve been there, I usually time our outings around his feeds or pump at work on his childcare days.

But today we need to use it.

I hope there’s another mum in there I can talk to. The room is mostly empty with only two other mums, both feeding their newborns. I sit down next to one of them.

“How old is your little one?” I ask.

“Four weeks,” she smiles.

“He’s beautiful. How has your first few weeks been?” We make mindless chatter about our babies while we feed and admire them.

“How old is your bub?” she asks.

“Eleven months. It goes so fast. I remember when mine fed so easily,” I say as my soon-to-be toddler wriggles and gives me windmill slaps on my chest and chin.

She tells me about the problems she’s been experiencing with nursing and settling her bub and more generally about life as a new mum.

I think back to what it was like for me when my baby was four weeks old. I was sitting in the very chair she was in, feeling so nervous that my baby would bother others and that I would do something wrong in front of everyone. I smile to myself and kindly offer her some suggestions on what has worked for me in the past.

My bub finishes feeding  and I pack up my things. The other mum is still feeding her newborn – she’ll be another twenty minutes or so I’d say.

As I leave the room I turn and say ‘Don’t worry, you you’re doing a great job”.

She smiles and I walk from the room.

What have your parenting room experiences been like?

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Lauren Jackman is the author of Canberra Mummy. A self-confessed perfectionist, Lauren writes about the truth about pregnancy and parenting for perfectionist mummies. Lauren is a mum, wife, author, runner and a not a bad cook