Monday 24 October 2011

Bending the knees, not the back

It always surprises me, how quickly I snap back into getting jobs done while looking after a small child.  I'm adept at managing to carry a baby while cooking, cleaning and so on, and it is possible to do almost anything one-handed if one tries.  When there is a slightly older child, the knack of scurrying about in the few short moments while he or she is busy and not requiring one's full attention soon comes back.  However, there was nearly a full hour this afternoon when Zerlina fell asleep on my lap and I could do little except read the bits of the newspaper that were visible without turning broadsheet pages.  Little z has officially given up her daytime nap in the past few weeks (her own choice, not her mother's) but I evidently have a deeply restful aura about me.

Later, I managed to cook a roast chicken and a steamed jam sponge pudding and serve it two hours earlier than we normally eat, as well as taking z for a walk, feeding the chickens and giving apples to Big Pinkie.

Pinkie was a naughty girl, by the way - I mentioned a while ago that she'd gone walkabout, and the Sage and Jamie tried several times to tempt her back across the fields.  She would follow them for some way, but then simply stop and refuse to come any further.  In the end, the farmer had to bring her back in the trailer.  She wasn't too thrilled about it, and was quite huffy with Jamie, but seems back to her good-natured self now.

Back to the matter of carrying babies - I think the trick is to keep a straight back.  Bending over while carrying a heavy child is a recipe for an injured back.  As long as my knees hold out, I should be fine.

10 comments:

Sir Bruin said...

Sound advice. Some years ago, I was sent on a manual handling course at work. Sadly, I was not allowed to participate as I had a bad back at the time.

"Bad back", on reflection, is a very silly phrase. Shall we opt for "Recalcitrant rear" instead?

Anonymous said...

My time as child carrier are definitely over, anything heavier than a large volume of the mgh is forbidden.

Z said...

I'm not supposed to carry heavy weights because of my hip, but a child doesn't count. Nor does the size of my recalcitrant rear.

Roses said...

A woman's hip is a marvellous thing. I've cooked dinner, done laundry etc with Boy perched on my hip.

Obviously, him now being nearly 18, I don't need to do that.

But being a parent used to these things, is definitely a transferable skill when carrying armfuls of files, coffee and needing to open a door.

Z said...

It used to be easier, when my hip bone actually jutted out. Nowadays, I'm rather more covered than I was when my own babies were young.

And yes, being terribly lazy I always carry as much as I possibly can, however awkward it is, to save myself a second trip.

Friko said...

It's decades since I last carried babies, and I have no intention of starting again. The little blighters are far too delicate.

Quick, somebody provide me a baby for practice.

Z said...

Friko, last night I actually dreamt I was breastfeeding a baby again. My hormones are evidently in overdrive.

Z said...

Sorry, gentlemen, for TMI. Well, sorry ladies too.

Tim said...

I have several kinds of dream, some of them very strange, but I can say with certainty that I've never had that one.

Z said...

I was quite surprised when I woke up - Zerlina called at ten to six, during the dream. If not, I'd probably have not remembered it.