Horror, devastation and poorly timed baby visits

You have a baby, and suddenly a lot of people you haven't seen in months want to come by. I know it's cute and magical and gorgeous and a gift of loveliness etcetera. But there's a time and a place for a baby visit.

This was not it.

There's baby people and non-baby people. I totally get that. I'm a non-baby person. Hand me a baby and I will act like you just handed me a primed high-explosive device set to go off in the next twelve seconds.

Of course, now that I have a baby living in my own flat, I have learnt some coping skills and can pretty much manage one for an hour or two without it dying on me.

But other people are baby people. It's just in them, they can't help it, it's part of their DNA. Even if they haven't actually had a baby, they just love kids. Especially babies. And when word gets out that someone they know has had a baby, it's all they can do to hold themselves back from charging off to the delivery room and offering to babysit. They might be six, they might be sixty, these people just love babies. And you've got one!

A few weeks after the birth, all bets are off, and they start physically coming by to visit.