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Fictional Babies Never Spit Up

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I first published this on The Naptime Author in August of 2018. My kids are older, and the messes…well, they don’t include diapers anymore at least. My current manuscript includes some children and this “dusted-off” post made me smile. I hope you enjoy it, too, Readers!

Anne

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Ah, details. There’s nothing like a detail that’s out of place or forgotten for pulling me out of a story.

For instance, I have no problem watching a movie about reconstituted dinosaurs walking the Earth.

I’ll even accept that the characters truly believe that this time having said dinosaurs in a theme park will work out.

But when one character steps up as an authority on dino training, able to tame the most vicious species of all, and his stated qualification for doing so is that he was in the Navy…

Somehow dino training and Navy work don’t quite seem to mesh. (Willing to admit I might be wrong, I asked a couple of Navy friends if they’d started learning how to train dinosaurs yet. They told me they’re not supposed to talk about that. So, I guess it’s an open question… 😉 )

Now, I’m no expert on dinosaurs or Naval duties, and a clever writer could probably explain this discrepancy away. However, I have, by the grace of God, brought three small humans into this world and raised them for several years.

This background makes me a little more skeptical when reading stories involving parents.

Unfortunately, I’ve run into a few tales where missing details reveal that the author lacked experience with wee people, but really wanted to insert a character with kids into their story to build sympathy or suspense.

Now, it’s not a bad ploy, when done well.

However, it’s essential for the writer who doesn’t have small children to realize that if they’ve just made one of their characters a proud parent, they’ve also just made their character’s life a bit more complicated.

Are These Clothes Washable?

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Photo by Annie Spratt, courtesy of Unsplash.com

Let’s start with the basics.

Coincidentally, it was another dino-related film where I noticed a mom, baby on her hip, wearing a midriff-baring shirt. No, the shirt wasn’t the problem, but the taut little tummy underneath? Nuh uh.

Despite what Hollywood says, after 9+ months of being stretched from the inside out while manufacturing another human being, things don’t just SPROING! back into pre-baby proportions.

For the sake of argument, we can assume that the character just did pregnancy more gracefully than I. Body changes aside, just wearing nice clothes with a little one is tricky for Mom and Dad, because they’re going to get wrecked.

My husband took a long hiatus from neckties, as spit-up left new patterns on some of his favorites. After a few tugs, I put my dangly earrings aside, and after a beaded necklace exploding at an Easter service, most of my other jewelry went away too. The parent of small children learns that solid colors like black don’t hide smears from cookie crusted fingers. This isn’t even touching on the impossibility of finding time in the bathroom alone to get ready.

In other words, if your character has small kids and is always tidy and dressed and fit, he or she is giving something else up.

Maybe it’s sleep. Maybe it’s time with the kids. Maybe it’s some extra money. Maybe it’s privacy, as their mom has moved in with them.

If the parent you’ve created looks too good without any sacrifice, it’s likely he or she won’t quite ring true.

Where’s the Floor?

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Photo by Debby Hudson, courtesy of Unsplash.com

Kids leave a footprint.

Scratch that, they leave many footprints, often muddy. Also, toys, books, clothes, burp cloths, bottles, teething rings, rolled up diapers that didn’t make it to the garbage yet, sippy cups, baby food jars, tiny spoons that get lodged in the garbage disposal, and socks…socks everywhere.

I’ll not say it’s impossible to keep a clean house with small children. I’ve heard of people who’ve done it, though I find the stories suspect.

In the fictional world, however, if your character’s house is spotless, if her décor is stylish and the children’s rooms are effortlessly tidy, she MUST be either 1. giving up one of the things listed above 2. extremely organized, allowing no unnecessary items into her house, or 3. fake.

Tempus Fugit

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Photo by Malvestida Magazine courtesy of Unsplash.com

Awww, your character got invited to a party!

She manages to find a dress little Timmy hasn’t spit up on, and it has a waist line that hides the post-baby belly. (She’s kept an eye on that since someone last week asked her when she was due.) Timmy took a long nap so she even got her hair done and…oops!

He’s crying. The sitter’s not due to come for fifteen minutes.

She leaps heroically past the pacifier, stuffed dog, and board books on the floor, leftover from Timmy’s “tummy time”, approaches the crib and…

Sniff sniff.

Her super new parent senses immediately catch the whiff of the gift in Timmy’s diaper.

Well, don’t want to leave him sitting in it. Oh, and he’s hungry, and this dress isn’t conducive for nursing

If she’s very, very good at what she does, she might be ready to go by the time the sitter comes, or only be a few minutes late.

Parents’ time is not their own. If it’s easy for your character to get out the door, yes even when that handy grandmother or best friend is in town, can she tell me how she does it?

So. Many. Emotions.

From that burst of fierce love when they placed my newborn into my weary arms—no, even further back, from that terrifying, exhilarating moment when I discovered I had a new life inside of me—my kids haven’t stopped playing havoc with my emotions.

I love them and I’d do anything for them and they make me crazy and I just want them to sleep.

I long for a date, away, with my husband, but then we miss them and I don’t know what to do with my arms without a little one in them, and we end up talking about them most of the date.

They weep inconsolably because I threw an old coloring sheet away and I have to walk away for my sanity, but then they get really hurt or sick and I know that if I could , I’d take all of their pain for them, and I’m consumed by frustrated helplessness, because they’re my baby and I can’t do anything but hold them and pray for them…

Having kids is an emotional business. That’s why parents with kids in peril make such sympathetic characters.

HOWEVER, it robs the story of the full power of that emotion if the kids just drop into the story for the sake of a moment in plot, then are stowed away until they’re needed again.

SO.

While it might enhance the tension in your dinosaur thriller to have the young mother clutch her newborn to her heart as she flees, just remember, if she trips over a few stray teddy bears and the odd container of baby wipes on the bedroom floor, if her hair is messy because, hey, she has a newborn and hasn’t had time to comb it, and if instead of a cute matching ensemble she’s in her husband’s shorts because they fit better postpartum than her pre-baby pants, and she’s sick of her maternity clothes, those of us who’ve been there (sans dinosaurs, of course) will likely be smiling.

Readers, what missed details pull you out of a story? Writers, what details have you been struggling to get just right?

Many thanks, as always, for visiting!

13 thoughts on “Fictional Babies Never Spit Up”

  1. You must be a youngster. I recall getting up in the middle of the night to change our daughter’s cloth diaper rinse it in the toilet before putting it in the diaper pail. Then on goes another cloth diaper after which she is presented clean and fresh to mom to be nursed. The diaper pail filled with water and some bleach would have to be drained into the laundry tub then dumped into the washer. After drying each diaper had to be folded to precisely the right size and shape. Don’t see much glamour in that but the memories from that time are precious.

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    1. That was quite a process! I admit- while I had friends who cloth diapered, we went with the big box of Costco disposables! Glamorous, no, but precious is the perfect word. I don’t miss the diapers, but now that my “baby” is six, I do miss the baby years!

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  2. Very funny.
    Not so much experience with kids, but the time crunch is universal! Always get a laugh in the sort of “feel good” movies that we’ve watched so many of this year. People seemingly have unlimited time for work (with frantic deadlines well established!), hobbies, social lives, some sort of “festival” that always pops up; and then maybe, perhaps 1-3 kids on top of it all…
    Perhaps in a fantasy realm where the days are all 72 hours long and no one needs sleep!

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  3. Alright, Anne, no babies in my tales. Ours were teenagers when Peggy came into my life and I can write a bit about teenagers… 🙂 My biggest laugh came when your pearls interrupted the Easter Service. I hope your minister was good natured enough to add some humor to the situation. –Curt

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    1. Ahhhh teenagers- I’m sure there are some stories to tell, though I haven’t had to have any of those under my roof yet! (Just in the classroom. They’re interesting people!!!)

      Ha! I’m glad that you got a chuckle out of it. If Pastor even noticed the necklace-plosion I’m sure he just laughed- there were a lot of babies at church around that time (and lots of jokes about “what’s in the water?!” )

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