@@riyak.7393 Really? I suppose you’re right to an extent. My nephew graduated UVA & has a great job with the Fed. There was a time my brother told me he didn’t know how to remove a bottle top.
she wasn’t saying why they were necessary. she was trying to say what they meant by pins. because it didn’t mention the diaper or anything. i didn’t even think about it at first, then as soon as she mentioned velcro i knew she was gonna be talking about the pins that were in diapers. until then i just assumed they meant pins related to sewing or something, just being loose in the furniture lmao
I was born in '74, and this is accurate: once had a pin in my right buttock when taking my first steps, Mom said it motivated me to keep moving as I was too nervous to fall on my butt. That's the way we were.
I was scared to go to the hair stylist as a child, so my parents said they'd do it themselves at home. I watched in the bathroom mirror as my father used the Fiskars to cut into my ear. Who woulda thunk such a small child contained so much blood??
Ouch! You poor little baby! I hope they caught you before you fell on the pin! Ah the ways they would motivate us in the 70's. Apparently my parents didn't think to bring enough diapers on a 4 day road trip through the barren planes of middle America. So I had to sit, strapped into a car seat, in a poopy diaper for about 18 hours straight. (It's kinda sus, because my mother wasn't usually such a stickler for keeping me in the car seat. I can't help but wonder if it was all part of her covert, def-con level 4 potty training plot. Or maybe she was just trying to contain the poopy mess to just one spot. Can't blame her much for that.) Anyway, apparently I hated it. I cried and complained about it for 18 hours straight, and I ended up with a whopper of a diaper rash. Apparenly it was all worth it though, because never again did I ever relieve myself in a diaper for ever after. She brags that's how I got fully potty trained at only a year and a half. She 💯 would recommend this potty training method to friends. I mean... it worked. 🤷♀️
She is right. I was born in the late 60's, and had my first child in the 90's. A couple days after the baby was born my mom was visiting. I was spending most of the time on the couch. That afternoon my mom, who had been taught "don't hold a baby too much or you will spoil them" said to me "do you realize you have been holding that baby all day?" The shocked look on her face when I said "So?" was pretty priceless.
I've just had my first baby a month ago and I'm still being told not to pick him up everytime he cries and I should just let him cry himself to sleep. What?! My baby who has been in the comfort of my womb wants to be held and i shouldnt do that? Man, that's crazy! I do put him in his bed and let him fall asleep on his own, but I'll hold him when he needs me.
My mom is your age and I was born in 97. She says the same thing happened where she wouldn’t let me cry it out and would always hold me. She doesn’t believe in letting infants and kids under five just cry it out. Unfortunately, my dad was not the same way it was always, “What’s going on now? What did you do?” When I was a toddler and small child.
As a third child, I spent most of my childhood, in the 1970s, riding on “the hump” between the two rear seats being told, “You’ll be fine,” when I asked where my seatbelt was. Riding in the bed of a pickup, my dad felt uncomfortable with us sliding around, so he found three lawn chairs that fit between the rails and wedged them against the cab. Safety first!
I rode on the armrest too. My parents didn’t wear their seatbelts, so I wasn’t concerned about that. I started wearing my seatbelt when I started driving and riding with other new drivers. My parents started wearing their seatbelts because I set a good example. Now little kids can’t even sit in the front seat. Things have changed so much.
Oh and while you are sitting on those lawn chairs in the bed of the truck (or maybe the wheel well, as you are barreling down a state freeway)could you change out the beer can from the cooler thru the little sliding window, make sure no cops are close by….. Save the cans cause we hear they might recycle them (whatever the F that meant)😂
I recently saw the hospital-issued brochure from my own (1969) baby book, which discussed the optimal "sun schedule" for your baby (how you should leave them out in the sun-for an increasing number of hours each day to get used to it--preparing them I'm sure for their eventual skin "oil 'em up and stay out all day" routine in their teens and 20s), about how to introduce meat (MEAT) at 2 months... It's pretty wild. Relatedly, a friend (born in 1970) said her mom's OB was worried about her gaining too much weight during pregnancy, and so suggested SHE START SMOKING, to keep the baby's weight down.
They had to put their babies out in the sun back then, to avoid rickets (brittle bones). Now, pediatricians recommend vitamin D drops if you're not using fortified formula. Drops are definitely better for avoiding excess UV rays, so yay for technology!
Yoo same! My mom and grandma were both told to smoke during their pregnancies and to eat more lettuce. I'm very lucky that they knew not to listen to such poor advice
When I was pregnant with my 1st, at 19, in 1960, I gained 32 pounds, and my doctor literally yelled at me at every visit. She weighed 6 lbs., 4 oz. When at 21, pregnant with my 2nd, he put me on pills to keep my weight down. I only gained 4 pounds and the baby’s weight was 7 lb, 2 oz. I did not have one drop of milk for her. When I got pregnant 2 years later, I was still on the pills and had a 8 lb, 4 oz baby. Little did I know or realize,he had me on speed. It took 6 years to get off of it. (I did, however, have the cleanest house in the neighborhood). That doctor didn’t believe a woman should suffer, so I was knocked out each time. I missed so much. I am glad my daughters and granddaughters didn’t go through the same things.
He sounds like a quack. What state? My mom had me at 20. First of 5. She would gain weight but take it right off. Two of my brothers were ten pound babies. All were over 8.
That explains a lot about us GenXers. (I was born in 1970). My mom told me that her mother and mother-in-law would not let her hold me or breastfeed me. She was told that only the "poor" mothers breast fed their babies. I was stuck in a bassinet with a propped bottle in my nursery and left alone most of the time. Thank goodness I didn't turn out to be an ax murderer or something.
Those damaging beliefs stayed around for a long time. Even in the nineties parents thought you should let children scream. When I hear the older generations give 'sage' advice on child-rearing, I learned not to listen long ago. I once or twice got angry, because they tried to give my baby honey, despite objections and such stuff. 'Our children grew up fine anyway', is such a stupid thing to say and just asks for a snippy response.
No offense to your mom, I'm sure she was pressured into raising you that way, but omg I couldn't imagine doing that to my babies. I hardly let anyone else hold them and never let them cry. Breaks my heart just thinking about it
My mother was born in 73 and she says that back when she was a kid children were seen as more of like the "side thing" and that formula was really pushed. And I guess that's why gen x are kinda obsessed with their kids.
@@emmabennett7699 Confirmed. I'm your mom's age, (born in '73) and my wife and I live almost exclusively for our kids. My mother, born in the early 1950's tells stories about her parents leaving her at home at 6 years old to watch her brothers and sisters while they went out dancing and drinking, and they weren't dirt poor trash. Gramps was a well-to-do businessman.. Fortunately, my parents were leaning toward being hippies, and were poor. So I didn't have to deal with the "leave the baby in the crib all day" attitude that a lot of better-off Boomers had. Then again, she did LITERALLY lock us outside all day Saturdays as soon as cartoons were over until dusk, only letting us in to eat lunch and use the bathroom (#2 only).
Born in '68, my mother gave me the "baby record" from my pediatrician. MDs suggested feeding babies Jello by 6 months. I really hope it was cherry or strawberry flavored making sure I got plenty of red dye #5.
Yes...well to be clear, jello is actually good for you, as it's rich in protein, has a unique amino acid profile, and is great for joints. So at least they got SOMETHING right!
I'm a decade older than her and yup we were free range and grew up hard. Our main job as kids was to go away (outside, play, entertain ourselves, not be underfoot). If you were around too much or complained about being bored, you got assigned chores. I actually liked having a free range analog childhood.
I always found things to keep myself entertained. To ever complain about "boredom" usually bought me a Saturday of dusting the two massive china cabinets and all their contents or yardwork. To this day, I don't own a china cabinet. Lol
I have a mark under my eye from a safety pin scratching across my face when I was a baby. Mentioned the scar to my mom one day and she broke down and told me that that’s what happened and she was hoping I’d never notice. So that warning is VALID.
Sorry but I'm calling you out on that one, I fell on my face when I crashed on my Bike, I ripped my cheek open where you could actually see my cheek bone, I had 22 stitches and within 3 years there was ZERO SCAR.... sorry but I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.
When my mum was born in 1970, the hospital was still run by nuns, not nurses (we live in Germany). She was taken away from her mother the moment she was born. Her mother only got to hold her for a short amount of time each day and for the rest of the day, she was put away by the nuns (mind you she was an average healthy baby that didn’t require extensive medical care). Her father wasn’t allowed to stay past visiting hours and didn’t even get to hold her until her mother brought her home. The nuns would shoo him away. Nowadays, nurses make sure babies are put to their mother’s bare skin first thing after birth for some bonding time and fathers get to cuddle and care for their children, too.
@@cas2985 kangarooing is great for helping to build immune system and I assume the nuns are killing for the infants orphanage style (only caring for infants on a schedule not based on individual needs) a method that has been proven to cause psychological harm when employed over an extended period of time
Oh that was how it was in the states too. We were given our babies a couple hours a day , more if we breast fed which those pos nurses fd up her schedule so she was never hungry when THEY said it was time. Fd up way still inundates our children's world with school and it's still backasswards nonsense!!! Oh bty I'm a boomer! And saw this crap when I was in elementary! The world needs change and we are not going to get it with those lifers ruling class of rich man's trickery!!!!
In 1971 at the age of 3, I split my chin wide open and the doctor at Maine Medical Center in Portland, Maine stitched me up with no anesthesia. That trauma carried throughout my life. Not trusting adults started early.
When living in San Antonio we were playing on the front porch. It had a massive concrete porch with 3 huge columns going up to the second floor. My brother pushed me off and I fell four feet to the ground but on the way my chin hit the edge of the concrete porch. It was daytime then but I remember waiting for mom and dad to come home. It wasn’t till dark when they saw me bleeding profusely. They rushed me to the hospital where I was taken to a large room and told to lay on a gurney. Then a doctor came in with a few nurses and told me to lay down. As soon as I did they put a large sheet over me. The sheet had a small hole that they put over my chin. I began to get terrified. Even at 6 years old I had seen movies where they put sheets over dead people. So I thought they were going to kill me. I tried to move so about 4-5 other adults came in to hold me down. At least 6 adults were holding me down even though I only weighed 40-50 pounds. I kept fighting as the doctor sewed up my chin. I still have PTSD from that experience. Doctors and nurses had zero concern for the feelings of kids then. I don’t think pediatricians existed then. They caused so much emotional trauma when all they had to do was talk to me to explain what they would be doing. Oh yeah, I wasn’t given any anesthesia either. So in addition to being terrified I experienced a great amount of pain. A couple years later I had to have my tonsils removed. Almost the same thing happened. I remember being in what looked like a dentist chair when two doctors came in. One put a mask over my face without telling me anything. I felt like I couldn’t breathe so I fought back trying to leave but the two of them held me down in the chair and forcibly held the mask over my face. The gas soon put me to sleep but not before I suffered severe emotional trauma again. Doctors and nurses were barbaric to kids back then. They never gave a second of thought to how they were treating children.
@MovieMakingMan that's what they did to me too! I was only around 3 years old and they put one of those iron blankets on me and two nurses laid over me as the doctor stitched me up with 10 stitches and no anesthesia whatsoever! I was tortured. I've had an ugly scar on my chin my whole life.
@MarkRadcliffe it was unbelievable! I remember everything because it was torture. They put a weighted iron x-ray blanket on me and then two nurses laid on top of me also to keep me from moving while he gave me 10 stitches without anesthesia. There was an expose in the Portland Press Herald a few years back where they interviewed loved ones of people who had died from a drug overdose, and one of the moms talked about how her daughter went through the exact same thing as I did and we were pretty much the same age. This mother said her daughter was never the same. I did find an article online about how some doctors believed that children could not feel pain and this was going on in the 1950s 60s and 70s.
My mom, born in 1944, wasn't allowed to be a child, and definitely wanted my sister and me to have a fun childhood. She listened, well behaved, at every authority that pushed their advice onto her, but did what SHE thought was best. We even stayed up later than other children, so we could have more time with our father after work. I was very lucky being born to my parents.
My mother was Born in the '50s and I was not permitted to be a kid in the '90s. About 20 years after that was not cool. While not being allowed a childhood. I also was not allowed underfoot. So I hung out with the bad kids three years older than me under a railroad bridge and had to learn quick no to say the F-word to my preacher parents at age 11... Lol. Man of God they made me with their strictness, the dumbasses.
Having raised 2 children in the 70s, I had to watch this. My babies were relentless individuals. My son would never stop grabbing for those diaper pins. I finally conceded and made eye contact to explain to him the danger, the reason I kept them from him. I showed him that pointy end and showed him it could poke and injure. Then in an act of faith worthy of folks now calling CPS I handed the open safety pin to him. He observed it intensely and handed it back. He never bothered it again, and no, he didn't poke himself.
My husband grew up in the 70’s and remembers his 3 year old brother falling out of the car. There were no car seats and he could easily open the door. His mom circled back for him and yelled at him to hurry up and get back in. Lol Oh the days. Life has sure changed.
In 72 I was in the hospital cause I had kidney problems. There was a little girl who was brought in (she was 4 or maybe 5), who had fallen out of her dad's car while he was driving. Took almost all of her skin off her body, not to mention broken bones, (she was lucky to not have been hit by a car), every night she would cry out in pain, screaming for her daddy. It bothered me then cause I was a child trying to get well, I just wanted her to stop so I could sleep...now my heart aches for that little girl. I don't know if she lived or died. 😢
My brothers and I all took turns falling out of the blue Duster going around a turn thru an intersection. All of us got our fingers slammed at one time or another too. We are all pretty f-d up as adults.
My mother, in 1979, dared to take me into her bed for a cuddle the day after I was born, and a nurse came in and muttered, "spoiled already." It became a refrain around the house when I was growing up.
@@drcarriemills8772 Ooooh, but cribs are great for play! My LO uses his as his hidey-cave and storage space. And cats love 'em, too. Yay for baby-beds. 😜
Ah, yes, I was a 70's baby myself. I remember the diapers and safety pins, and my mom teaching me the trick for fastening the diaper with the pin while avoiding sticking the baby. It sometimes meant I stuck myself, but hey, I was 6 years old and I could take it....
When I had my baby in 2005, I actually did not realize that cloth diapering had advanced since the 70s, and assumed you were still working with those huge diaper pins. So that was why I was all "hell no" to cloth diapering. I might have made a different decision had I realized it was no longer a potential torture chamber!
After pins they moved to sticky tabs. Sort of like you have on a security envelope where you just peel off the tape and stick the pieces together. That was before velcro came around
@@DeathnoteBB same, my babysitting days and caring for nieces and neohews were pretty much over by then! Guess they solved that problem of what to do when they went swimming, lol
My father impaled me with a diaper pin when I was a baby (1963) I wouldn't stop crying so he backtracked and figured out the problem. He must have felt so bad. Poor little daddy, you were only 32 years old.You freed me from the pin and I am sure I cuddled and was cuddled back to soothe me. Love you dad. George was about the best dad one could wish for. I was fortunate enough to be his daughter. ♥
@@carolisakallas3054 omg no! You don't have to be sorry! I just didn't know if you were joking or not! Like "bless you Dad, you were ONLY 32 and still learning" = genuine.....or "I mean yeah Dad, aged 32, it's not like most men your age didn't have 5 kids by then and you were still struggling with safety pins!" = Sarcastic joke... I was trying to gauge your tone of voice....and me being English, we're a sarcastic bunch so I heard it in that tone of voice. But then wasn't sure. I'm heading towards 60 too (born 1970)....not far behind you! I still only feel 32! 🤪🥴😜😘 xxxx
I got the best of both worlds once. I'm 35 and when I was just over 30 a guy said I technically looked quite young but that he could also see a lot of experience in my eyes so he knew I was older than he thought I looked. Win-win!
I think kindergarden is a BIT early to leave a child unattended, that starts at 1 to 3 here and excuse me for not being comfortable with 1 year olds roaming the streets on their own...😅 Primary school is fine, 5-6 year olds are old enough to grasp basic safety concepts like how to safely cross a street and the like, though I'm only comfortable with that because I live in Europe; the way most American suburbs are set up nowadays, I also wouldn't feel comfortable letting my child roam around alone all day in such a car-friendly, anti-human place 🤷♀️
@QqQ "hovering over me" 😁 yes. Born in 1967, I remember being annoyed by people "hovering over me" at a young age. Yeah, when I was like 4. I would get up early when I was 4 and 5 years old so I could do my crafts and drawing undisturbed. 😂
I’m a hardened, self-sufficient former 70’s baby and can attest that this is all true. I was not allowed to bother my mother between 1pm and 4pm because her soap operas were on T.V. I have memories of knowing this rule as young as 2. She would say “Don’t bother me when my soaps are on”-and I didn’t.
Learned to entertain myself if nobody else was around and not bother my mom unless something was wrong or I needed something. It was never more than a couple of hours though.
Of course, and I feel quite certain Jen knows that. She's having a little fun with how it comes off when you first read it. But yeah, I think of that every time I listen to this delightful bit also.
As a child born in the 60’s, we never wore seatbelts. For my entire childhood I remember bouncing around the backseat with my sister playing games and leaning over to talk to our mom or dad as they barreled down the road. I don’t remember when I first had to wear a seatbelt but I’m gonna guess I was at least 12. Instead of seatbelts we had our mom’s arm swinging in front of us like clockwork if she had to slam on the brakes.I was also brought home from the hospital in 1960 on my mom’s lap, no car seat of course, and I’m sure she wasn’t belted in either. Those were the days… Living on the edge…. Lol
in the 60's i remember riding on the running board of my dad's truck. standing or sitting and watching the gravel road speed past was cool. at times we would ride on the tailgate which was always fun. sometimes i would stand up behind the cab and put my arms out and pretend i was super man flying. today you cannot do such things because there are too many idiots on the road paying more attention to their cell phones than they are to driving. or they simply are terrible at driving. not to mention the 'man' looking to take money from you for any violation to stupid laws designed to separate man from money. and there are a million of these laws now on the books.
@@paulk5311 …I know.. On the farm where I kept my horse and worked as part of the crew, we used to pile in the back of a pick up and head out for ice cream cones on a hot summer night. It doesn’t get much better than that. Happy new year
When I was any kind of cashier or had to work a cashier at any job, if someone would give me money and I'd type it in and the machine would tell me what to give back, but then they'd suddenly say "oh wait let me give you this amount so I can get different change", I'd get so mad and stressed because what the machine was telling me was suddenly null and void. I'm not dumb but I AM of that later generation who has been spoiled by calculators and computers and I just hate math as it is, plus when you're half-asleep at a job you hate, you don't want to suddenly have to think and count on the fly like that. I always wanted to say "Nope, too late, you've handed me these bills and/or coins and you're getting this change, the machine has spoken, don't suddenly give me something else and change the whole game you monster".
I worked in stores in the early 2010s that didn't have scanning technology yet and so I still had to do it all in my head. Not just change, half of the other calculations too because they told us to only type in once every 5 items into the register, to save receipt paper... It was the fucking worst, especially when you had some people pinching pennies and feeling like they had to pay too much after 200+ items and demanding a recount...
Its very easy, here is the trick: If the bill is 19.21 and they give you a 20, You look at the bill and think of how much in coins you need for it to become 20 So, 19. 21 plus 9 cents is 19.30, And then 19.30 plus 70 cents would be 20... Voila! The change owed is 79 cents.
I was born in the early '50's. Securing diapers (nappies, in UK), was done without pins, by clever folding. They were made from towelling material, and after use they were thoroughly boil-washed and reused. Also, I was told that maternity hospitals always referred to any baby as 'he', to distinguish it from the mother, who of course was always 'she'.
My mother gave birth to me in Jan of 69 in the early afternoon. Came home at around 3pm, put me in my little basket on the living room table and went to work. My father had to take care of me. My mother made the money at this time. Hard times and truly survivors. My parents archived a lot in their life, but it came with a high price.
As a child of the '70s, this checks out. We were the test dummies for the current generation. Seat belts? Merely a light suggestion. It was not unheard of to have our grandfather pack about 7-8 grandchildren in the back of his station wagon, including the trunk to go camping bout 3-4 hours away. We didn't complain and we all survived, so that was a plus. I know of at least 10 other families with similar stories Plus no modern child knows of the horrors of getting stuck with the hump seat! You are welcome for that!
Hard agree, because the ones who didn’t survive aren’t posting on UA-cam. My parents were both teachers spanning a total of five decades. Many more students died in car crashes, not to mention farming accidents, in the ‘70s and ‘80s than in later years.
@@AI-dp3rd To be clear, I am not saying this was a good thing. Just commenting about the video that these were the times back then and at the time (and as a child) we didn't see anything wrong with it. It just was the norm. It's not something we'd do now, it was just something that we did back then and at the time was fine. I'm sure 50 years from now there will be things we do now that sound horrible to the future people.
@@d4ever649 Agreed My comment was just confirming how things were in the '70s in regards to the video. In hindsight, I know how dangerous it was, but at the time it was "normal".
Born mid 60s here, that all sounds so accurate. One of my uncles was over with their kids one time and as we all headed out to do whatever, the only caution we got was him yelling. "Don't kill each other". Every one had those cloth diapers back then. After you potty trained the baby they were great for cleaning around the house. Seemed any family member you went to, if something was spilled out came an old diaper to wipe it up.
When you fought in the back seat until your dad got pissed and slammed on the brakes so *you* slammed into the back door of the station-wagon....when mom wanted to clean and so she stuck you in the closet and locked it.....when you went to the corner store to get Salem 100s for your mom, and you were six. Ahhhh, life in the 70s.
Yep! I was the pig-tailed 8-year-old riding back from the store with two packs of Kools for Dad in my plastic-flowered bicycle basket. Thought I was so very Important.
Had a friend who came home from Kindergarten to an empty house. When the mom finally showed up, her excuse was I left you a note! Poor little thing had to remind mom she didn’t read!
Born in 71. Some of my favorite memories was riding in the back seat of a car with a bunch of my cousins, nary a seat belt between us. What was really great was if we were riding in a station wagon; we would lay on our backs and stare through the windows at the sky.
I was born in the 70's to this day my mother throws her arm cross the passenger if she stops abruptly. Apparently throwing that arm across someone is going to stop them from going through the windshield :P.
I do this also while driving if I have to break hard unexpectedly & I was born in the 60’s. It’s just instinctual. We know we’re all screwed if something serious happened.
1970 my mom used her house phone as a baby monitor. She'd put me down for a nap call her friend in another apartment, leave the phone off the hook and leave for coffee. She'd come back when my crying was loud enough to be heard on the phone.
My mother used to bring me to the bar in a bassinet and put me on top of the cigarette vending machine or the pool table where other patrons would either pick me up or *play pool around me*. It was a different, glorious time.
"Play pool around me" isn't the first thing that comes to _my_ mind. *Clouds of cigarette smoke* OMG 🚬🚬🚬 I grew up with people smoking indoors everywhere and it has been such a wonderful transition to unpolluted air since it has been banned (around 2000, I think, here in South Africa).
Childhood ear infections used to be much more common than they are now. Medical researchers now know that exposure to second hand smoke really ramps up a child's chances of ear infections. It is strongly suggested that children, especially infants and toddlers, be kept away from second and even third hand smoke. As an infant, I lived in an extended family setting, and at least half of my family still smoked. My ear infections, starting from when I was just a couple months old, were so relentless and so bad that they ultimately caused complications, including some hearing loss. I can remember going for testing at the regional School for the Deaf when I was young. When I had my own infants, no one with a cigarette was allowed to go anywhere near them. They had zero ear infections!
I used to make pocket change going up to the grocery store buying cigarettes for the neighbor moms that smoke. I was 8! Salems, Virgina Slims and Parliaments. No one batted an eye. Pack of cigarettes was 50 cents.
Born 1940. At 7 years old mom gave me money for a carton of cigarettes ($2.98), and a nickel for an ice cream cone for myself. My, nothing like now....
My kid was born in the late 1980s, and just recently I was reading about young parents finding relief in the pandemic because it means they can't have a bunch of people in the room while the baby is being born. I'm like there's a two letter word for that "NO". Why on Earth would you have more than one person in there? Makes no sense to me, I hope by the time my daughter has a kid the trend has turned the other way.
Society treats a woman's womb as an expected form of proving your feminity and worth as a woman. "That womb doesn't belong to you it belongs to all of us"
Well the trend now is back to more normal things. Like the husband, midwives, doula, and any other friends that you want there to help. The way it used to be before the Puritans took over.
God I hate Dr. Spock. Also Dobson. Most of those books are just something parents owned to justify abuse. That's how it was in my household anyway. I took to reading them in advance so I could produce a counter arguement from the same book next time she was using it to justify a beating.
Piece of paper reminds me, I have a cousin who was born in 1954, and we still have the bill for her delivery. It was $50. for EVERYTHING. That includes the doctor, the delivery room, everything. Cost for same today runs 200-300 times that much. But the average worker makes around 10-20 times as much today, depending on what field they are in. Something is wrong with this picture.
I was born in '52 and several years ago I was helping my parents clean out their house and my mom showed me the bill for my delivery. Also, $50! ALL INCLUSIVE. The funny thing is that although there were no issues with my birth, she (and I) stayed in the hospital for about a week afterwards. And an ambulance from the hospital took us home! And apparently that was SOP back then.
Man, my first thought as I was reading your comment was that you were saying how crazy it was they had to pay as much as $50 for something so basic. I'm sorry you guys have to live with such a system
Can confirm 200-300x is correct. I had a kid 4 months ago and had a $10,000 bill afterwards. If I didn’t have insurance there’s no way I could have done that!
My parents both smoked in our house, their friends also did the same and when we traveled in the winter my dad smoked El Producto cigars while mom smoked Benson & Hedges WITH the windows rolled up. No seat belts? Pffft. That was the least of our worries.
Same here. Both us kids had asthma but God forbid they wait until they got home to smoke 💨. Or step outside to. No seat belts either. We weren’t allowed to use them. I knew I was smarter than them pretty early.
The memories of coming in after playing outside in the winter, and seeing literal layers of cigarette smoke in the air in our house! I thought it was pretty!
80s kid here. The only place my parents took me during my first few months was the pediatrician office and grandparents' apartment. It still surprises me how parents put their newborns around so many people nowadays.
@@normaalvarado2880 the heck does this have to do with anything this person just said..???
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I believe Panda is saying that boomers and genXers may have 'suffered' what may be considered neglect or abuse at the hands of their uniformed parents. In contrast, the same parents minimized contact socially to minimize the infants exposure to harmful microbes. Thus, they were caring parents and defined harm by intent.
@@normaalvarado2880 Sure, but there's still colds, flus, RSV, and other germs that nursing doesn't inoculate against. No need to tempt fate or stress test a developing immune system by having a baby around unnecessary germ sources.
@@mg725 It means their immune system is better, because of the breastfeeding, so you don’t have to worry about germs so much. If you breastfeed, Baby receives antibodies from mom through the milk. Many pregnant women get a whooping cough shot by the end of their pregnancy, so their child will receive those antibodies before the baby themself gets vaccinated.
Should look at how we were raised in the 50s. Basic attitude was: If anything hurts him, he will figure it out eventually and take care of it himself. Oh, and if he does, says, or thinks anything we don't like, beat the shit out of him.
"DO NOT TOUCH THE BABY" was an actual instruction new mothers got from doctors. My own mother told me. She only touched me when changing my diapers and breastfeeding. She also gave the "NO TOUCH" instruction to my nanny to make sure no one touched me even when she was out of the house. No wonder I am so fucked up in the head.
I had a friend who was born in 1973 and they gave her mother a paper of what to pack when you come to the hospital to deliver your baby. Right on the list was "Don't forget your ciggies and matches."
The pin thing happened to me when I was a baby back in 1947. My mother (I was her first child) said I was crying and crying and just wouldn't stop. She tried feeding me, holding me, bouncing me - nothing. The diaper wasn't wet (so easy to tell in 1947), so she didn't know what to do. I just kept crying and I just wouldn't stop. I guess I must have peed after an hour or so, crying all the time, and when she changed my diaper she found she had pinned me and the diaper together. I don't remember it at all, but she still did.
Never went to an ER. Right to our family doctor. Was sitting in his waiting room with a fish hook in my finger & the town butcher came in with a bloody apron on hold one hand with the other wrapped up. Yikes
lmao I was born in 70 and my mom was like, oh yeah they kept you for 24 hours before they let me see you and never told me why, but *waves hand randomly* you seemed fine. She wasn't as handsoff, but that could have been just the family way. lol We all got lots of attention and love. My husband on the other hand (two years younger) believed you don't kiss around on babies at all. I grew up happy and healthy, playing with my all metal kitchen set, hard plastic dolls and toys with tiny swallowable parts. lol
I'm starting to think I got a bad deal having parents who were born in the 60's raise me late in their lives... i got a nice dose of that old fashioned parenting while all my friends had parents that knew they should hug their kids and not yell at the baby for crying. Lol.
And now we have research that shows infants, both human and animal, will in fact die from lack of affection. No wonder so many people are screwed up when a lot of parents were advised to let their newborns suffer from isolation and neglect because they'd "spoil" them as a result if they didn't. A baby has only ever known the warmth and closeness of their mother up until the day they are born. To suddenly be without that comfort and even having it being purposefully withheld from them sounds pretty damaging.
Born in 1970. Apparently, before I reached 1 year old, I went septic and put in a body cast. For years after, I tried to get a sensible explanation as to what happened to me. Still waiting. Rheumatoid Arthritis set in but life was normal. I was healthy except for the fact my right leg was 4 inches shorter than the other. I was the perfect hillbilly in West Virginia because I could run along a hillside with no problem at all. I played sports (Baseball, Basketball, Football) coaches had to bend me into the butterfly stance to stretch because my leg wouldn't bend that way on its own so they forced it. I think my point is no one really gave a fuck unless they really had to, and no one really had to.
The instructions were correct and she read it fine... if it's been LESS THEN 3 HOURS ... meaning if you put the baby down after feeding and it still cried, or randomly started crying after an hour ... check for pins ... if you haven't fed him in 3 hours, then it's probably hunger ...
Yes I came here to look for this comment. My boyfriend reasons like this when the baby cries. Is it has not been three hours (next feeding time) then there must be something else why she is crying. If it is feeding time he gives her to me for feeding
I just asked my mother to verify if this was her experience when she had me. She said they didn't even give her a piece of paper, but did basically tell her the same things as she was being wheeled out of the hospital to go home. It's a wonder I lived. 😂
@@jg2783 on paper... somewhat. My dad pushed the pram, never expected us to conform to gender roles and our mum stepped in when people denied us our personhood.
I'm a 72' model and used to walk to school with my brother unaccompanied he was 2 years younger than me, I was 9 we used to cross a busy road once to get there and once back even but other kids were doing the same.
I live two blocks from the elementary school I attended as a kid, in the house we grew up in. My 3 siblings and I walked there and back, every day, with all the other kids. Now the area kids are picked up by a school bus - to go TWO BLOCKS. Mind-blowing. And the bus makes stops along the street!
My daughters were born in 1974 and 1977. My older daughter was premature when she was born in 1974 and did wear way too large pampers. My younger daughter was born in Aug. 1977 and was also in pampers. I breastfed my younger daughter. My older daughter was in the NICU so was bottle-fed...I held both of them all the time. They are now 47 and 44...they survived!
1973. Reading through the comments and I feel like I've found my people. It makes me feel good hearing all your stories. I really like the heartier sense of self everyone has. Its like we were raised to be wildflowers while today's generation are raised to be hot house orchids, more beautiful, sure, but also more fragile.
I was born in 74. The nurses wouldn’t let my dad hold me because of germs. When I finally went home, they ‘introduced’ me to the family dog who promptly licked me up side of the face.
What a delightful find! I hadn't seen (or even heard of) Jen Kirkman since I used to enjoy her on the old Chelsea Lately show about 10-12 years ago. I always thought she was delightful, and hilarious. I"ll be looking for her on UA-cam more often now.
raise your kids in the 70's? clothes, keds, cereal with milk, OUTSIDE, don't come back until dark. my mom worked, so I was a Latch-key Kid, had My OWN Housekey. wore them, we moved a lot, around my neck on a piece of orlon yarn until I was 14 when my dad gave me a key ring and a wallet for my birthday. that's it. that was all I got.
Only reason I didn't have a house key was because we didn't bother to lock all the doors back then. I had to manually lift the garage door and go in that way after school. We were free-range kids (after chores were done), home when the street lights came on, and it was awesome.
I was latch key kid. My mom bought me a fancy blue one to display around my neck. I remember telling her at age 6 that people shouldn't know I'm home alone, I always wore it under my shirt. She's grown up a lot since then.
Anytime I was not seriously injured, mom called it a "growing pain". She said it was a part of getting older, and we all had to go through it. She made it sound like a cool right-of-passage. Boy, were we gullible!
Wow I was a privileged baby sporting those Pampers in the late 1970s. We once traveled abroad and airport security saw my Mom had a whole suitcase of this mysterious white puffy stuff. What on earth? Then she lifted my dress & flashed my Pampers! And that, boys and girls, is how my mom spread the word about diapers that could hold themselves up without pins.🤯
This actually happened to me. My mother told me that one time as a newborn, I was crying for a really long time and she couldn't figure out why, so she tried to feed me and whatever, nothing would stop the crying. Eventually, she went to change my nappy and discovered that she had pinned me to it. Yep, with a big ol safety pin. Ah, fun times. (My mum was/is an excellent mother, and was a midwife herself, but yknow, those cloth nappies were a total nightmare! LOL.)
1968 baby here...aside from staying in the hospital due to having blood transfusions (Rh factor issues) I was free range too. I used to ride my bike all over town and go to the beach by myself and everything. I went home for dinner, usually. If I didn't, I called because I had been invited somewhere. When my sister starting having kids in the early 80's, we heard the "spoiled already" thing from all the adults.
My mom had my brothers in the 60’s and she was given pills right away to dry up her breast milk, she wasn’t even given the option to breastfeed. Which definitely shows in the way my brothers turned out🧐. One of my kids didn’t latch and I definitely see a difference in him and my girls. It’s actually pretty interesting.
My aunt was born in 1975. My grandparents were 17 and 18 at the time. My aunt remembers riding on “The Hump” in the car as a small child when my grandparents and great grandparents would travel around the state for Square-dance competitions (My entire family and I are from the state of Mississippi in the southern United States) on the weekends from time to time. She was able to run around on her own and be self sufficient from a young age, then when my mom came along in 1981 she did the same. I still wish every now and again that I had the childhood my parents and aunts had.
I've always hated the "let them cry it out" mentality. Like, that's their only form of communication to let us know they're in need. Way to establish trauma from day one.
Nailed it. You're 5 days old, recently evicted from a warm, safe place and you don't hear that familiar heartbeat or voice any more, so you cry, cause you're in distress. And no one cares.
I dunno, ime it got a hell of a lot worse. You couldn't HAVE an emotion in my house. If you were mad, my dad would get mad. Happy, my father would tell me what I wanted was dumb or how much did I pay for something with my own money I earned (to THIS day!) And sad is also a moot point. Can't deal with emotionally immature parents. So, only hello goodbye as little as possible.
@@windsofmarchjourneyperrytr2823 Yeah, the "cry it out" method creates ppl like your dad. I'm so sorry you went through that. Glad to hear you're protecting yourself now as much as possible.
@@windsofmarchjourneyperrytr2823 I feel that. When I was growing up we were not allowed to be sad, mad, depressed, disappointed or angry or you got mocked for it, and told you had nothing to have those feelings for. My brother and his wife are the same with their kids. No feelings allowed! Sorry you had to endure that too, and I do the same thing with my mother now, limited contact. She chose to life far away from me and my brothers when our parents broke up, so that speaks volumes to me, but it took me a while to get it.
Even though it wasn't popular at the time, my mother believed in loving your babies! And so, she taught me the same! My babies are loved, coddled, and never allowed to just like cry because it was good for them. I'm so grateful even to this day for my mother!!
I was a '70s baby, and I used to ride in the car on my mom's lap, or in a basket on the back seat of the station wagon, and later it was a treat to ride in the back of our pickup truck
I was only in my early teens back then, so I don't know how spot-on this is about infant care in 1974ish. But I love how she pointed out how male-centric everything was: even I noticed it back then, and I was pretty clueless for the most part. Everything back then was also very caucasian-centric, and this persisted well in the '80s. Western caucasianism was "normal," and everything else was "tolerated."
@J Hemphill A state of being includes mindsets and world views, so yes- "Caucasianism" is largely a philosophy and an ideology. It is founded on the unchallenged assumption of the naturally supreme condition of white westerners. But, no- it's not that we thought everyone was white. We knew better than that. What we thought was that only white _counted._ Everyone else was just different and politely tolerated in the Great Society. Back before that era, they weren't even politely tolerated- not as a rule, anyway.
@@BigBri550 what an anti-white-resentment- centric way of putting things. The same could be said about any culture whatsoever with one predominant majority group.
There's some wisdom to keeping visitors to a minimum around a very young infant- if they're too young to be vaccinated against certain illnesses, guests hugging and kissing them could transmit illnesses that could be deadly. But spoiling an infant by giving them too much attention? I guess... If spoiled means 'happy and secure infant that is statistically likely to have higher self confidence later in life'.
@J Hemphill Thanks, Dr. Spock. I would have assumed the depression would stem from the fact that society is burning to the ground, but now I know it's all the parent's fault.
@J Hemphill Well, for starters, the **checks notes** everything that's happened in the past two and a half years doesn't exactly indicate a healthy society. The difference between you and me, if I may be so bold, is that you blame society's problems on parents not raising their children right, whereas I blame society's problems on, among other things, people in power abusing their positions for the sake of indulging their bigoted, backwards fantasies. If you think that the problem with parents nowadays is a "lack of consistently enforced boundaries that have children feeling insecure," I'm going to politely request that you provide: a) examples of this "lack of consistently enforced boundaries" b) any indication that these examples can be generalized to society at large c) reasons why this is the parents' fault d) proof that it is in any way different- and, more importantly, worse- than the way that parents USED to raise their children. I'm tired of this argument against "the parenting style of today". The parenting style of the olden days was often just advanced negligence. You're going to talk about a lack of consistently enforced boundaries? You must have hated the eighties, when "good" parenting was "go outside and don't come back until sundown. Don't get kidnapped, molested, or murdered. Have fun!"
@@cameronsitton501 Its really simple.. “Hard times create strong men, strong men create good times, good times create weak men, and weak men create hard times." We are not creating Strong People ..I blame the absence of Yard Darts. If one was to look at the decline line, Id say it started to plummet around 88-90.. Its Ok though, We will have strong people again soon.
@@cameronsitton501 It is obvious we need to bring back the Yard Dart. It was a perfect tool for ridding us of ignorance as they helped develop usable life skills..., They helped foster agility, situational awareness, Responsibility, Accountability and of course, the most important life skill, they taught Us how to identify a Psychotic person smiling at us as a 1 lb spike fell in our general direction. Too many of our newer generations were allowed to go through life unable to recognize and identify those that wish to harm us so they never look for the dangers... This is why we are electing complete and total idiots to office. Those ill equipped kids started voting.
I was a 70’s child. Mom let me change the oil in the car when I turned 10. That included climbing under a jacked up car on stands…most moms would never let that happen today.
I find it funny that the experiences of Westerners in the 60s and 70s is what as an Indian I went in the 90s. My mom would tell me, a 6 year old to change the gas plug on the canister because she herself was scared of it exploding or catching fire. Also, apparently when we were still crawling, they would tie one of our leg to the bed post so that we did not pull something down and hurt ourselves, and then go shopping for groceries since there was no child care available. I did not think of it as odd till I moved to Europe 😀
@@SolomonSunder oh my! You must have been strong when you were young! I took care of my youngest brother in the 90s when i was a teen so my mom made out. You sound like you were a good child for her to trust you while she went out. I was always in support of kid harnesses, but these are more for hyper active kids!!! They are still taboo in the US...😂
I was born in the '80s, and when I was 9 I broke my ankle in gym. A couple of days later, hobbling along on crutches, my mom sent me into the school with the ER bill. "Here. Tell them they have to pay it." Today, I work in a job that deals with the public. I have parents calling to handle administrative life tasks for their able-bodied, 28-year-old kids. People say children grow up too fast these days - seems to me the opposite might be true, lol.
My husband was born in the late 50s and I was born early 60s. Both our moms were dropped off at the hospital by our fathers to deliver their babies under general anesthesia, c section or not. They then spent anywhere from 5 to 14 days in the hospital while nurses bathed and fed their children. Oh, of course we weren't breastfed! Dad's then miraculously reappeared to drive us home, no car seats or seat belts! We're lucky to have survived 😆
I’m the oldest of 5 & my dad was at none of the births. Funny story: convinced I was a boy they picked out Terence Michael Aloysius. Lo & behold, what now? Letitia was a family name on my moms side. As soon as work was over he made an appearance. Took one look at the birth certificate & crossed out the name. Hated it.
This was very funny. I also had a pager. I worked at a video store where the barcode scanner was like a metal pen you would run over the barcode, but it wouldn’t work if you did it too fast or too slow. Hahahaha!
I was born in the 70’s, and when I was brought home no car seat just in a basket. Now that I have kids, when they were born the nurse comes out to the car and makes sure the car seat is in right and you know how I use it.
I have a medicine textbook that my grandfather used as a student in the 1950s and it literally says that small infants do not feel pain yet (because they cry a lot regardless and therefore it doesn't matter).
Was watching Unsolved Mysteries back in the day to see a familiar church who had a healer monk attached to it. Come to find out it was my moms family parish & my Nan took my uncle to be cured of Nan earaches
Born in 69. Had a chemistry set, electric train with bare wires, BB gun, lawn darts, and ride a bicycle without a helmet miles from home. I even started mowing the lawn when I was 8 using a push mower that required kicking a switch to turn off the engine and it didn’t have the safety shut off hand bar. Still have all my fingers and toes and am still alive. No trips to the hospital from accidents while a kid. Parents need to enable their child to perform household chores based upon age, maturity, and mental capacity. By the time they’re teenagers they should be able to mow the lawn, dust and mop the house, clean the bathroom, wash dishes, change their sheets, do laundry, and do at the very least stove and oven type cooking.
@@sailordave1000 yeah but let them not be kids but adults. I’m not saying keep them here to fuck shit up for a very long time but it’s painful for any kid to die.
I was born in 97 and I did chores but mostly when I was a teenager since it was easier for me by then. I’ve some fine motor coordination issues that made some chores hard but I caught up by high school and could cook (but I am a terrible cook yet a good baker), make my bed, clean, etc just fine
Gen X here, most of my toys could hurt me. I remember I had this "toy" catapult disguised as a football launcher. Looking back, it was a toy for lonely kids who's dads were too busy to play catch. Either way, I'm so lucky I never broke my arm trying to set that thing.
I remember when all the playgrounds were covered in concrete, and the merry go round had a big hole in the middle like a donut. Kids would fall through it, and the kids pusing it wouldn't stop, they'd just do their best to step over you, but inevitably you'd get stomped on at least a little.
Ah yes, the "lonely kids" toys. Remember "Alphie the robot buddy?" How bout letting Teddy Ruskin read you a bed time story? (Guess those were early 80's. Close enough.)
@@themaggattack I remember the Alphie and Teddy Ruxpin but I was a little old for those. I had a 2XL robot who asked trivia questions. So yeah, anything as long as my parents didn't have to raise me. lol. I was allowed to watch as much TV as I wanted no matter what was on. Which was great as a kid but now that I'm almost 50, it's clear my parents were just glad I wasn't bugging them.
@@moonlily1 Yes, we had massive playground jimborines at school and we pushed our little bodies as hard as we could. Making death defying jumps and getting all banged up every recess every day and teachers encouraged it. lol
I didn't have a microwave as a kid and had to reheat stuff in a pan. The small pan, which was the perfect size for reheating an individual serving, was very thin. When it was empty, the weight of the handle made it tip. It being thin and me being 10, I scorched a lot of food. Cleaning it was a bear, so I left it to Mom. After some time, Mom got eventually had enough of my laziness and made me start cleaning it. I learned to heat up my food slowly so it wouldn't scorch so clean-up would be easier. Unfortunately, Mom appreciated my newly acquired dishwashing skill so much that I got to wash more than just that chipped, green pan with a black handle.
My kids were born in 79, 80, and 84, respectively. To an Army veteran mom, and an active Army duty adoptive dad. To use the “ B” word ( bored) in our home would instantly earn them the assignment of reading a book of their choice, then following that up with a summary of that book. How many pages the summary entailed depended on the age of the offender. They learned not to be “bored” pretty quick.
I was born in ‘75. I had my first child in ‘94. My mother-in-law was worried about me breastfeeding. She said she was told only women from third world countries breastfeed because they don’t have access to formula. She had me eating steak and drinking milkshakes to make sure my milk was nutritious enough for the baby. All it did was make me constipated. My son was the healthiest and happiest baby the in-laws had ever seen. His height and weight were always off the charts. Literally, the growth charts the pediatrician used didn’t go up high enough for my eldest son. My MiL admitted I was right to follow my instincts. I want to add that there is nothing wrong with formula. Formula is awesome and so are the mothers that choose formula for their babies. My son was big and healthy because that’s how he was built. It had nothing to do with the breastfeeding
Breastfeeding is the best you can do for your baby. It got all the right nutritions and is good for the immune system. I would only use formula, if I cannot breastfeed my baby, for whatever reasons. And to your mother: didn't she realise how stupid it is, to drink milk from another animal, because your milk could be not good enough? Why should the Cow milk be any better, than yours? Humans are no cows, the best milk for human babies is human milk, with all the good stuff humans need. I'm amazed how she didn't even realise the contradiction.
@@schokoloko2092 Breastfeeding isn’t the best you can feed your baby. Studies have shown there is no difference between breastfed and formula fed babies. The best things you can do for your babies is love them, hold them, and feed them whatever they can digest. My mother-in-law admitted she was wrong in thinking breastfeeding wasn’t as nutritious as formula. I have an older cousin that was allergic to breast milk, formula, and soy milk formula. He could only be fed Sprite when he was a baby. He grew up healthy with no problems. You can believe what you want about milk from other animals, but we love us some cow milk in my family. And goat cheese is something from the gods to be used in salads and pizza.
@@BigRedShadevil weird, all studies I have found say that breastfeeding is better for your child, and prevents Adipositas and diabetes. But surely you can give me the source of this Studie. And individual cases are not representative.
@@schokoloko2092 Diabetes didn’t exist before formula? 🙄 There are benefits to breastfeeding, but they’re short term. Formula has saved the lives of billions of babies
@@BigRedShadevil no, of course not. Maybe I'm just phrasing it wrong because I'm not a native speaker. Of course formula is good, for when you can't breastfeed for any reason. But if you can choose, the vast majority of experts recommend breastfeeding. As I said before, I couldn't find a study showing otherwise.
I never thought I'd live long enough to hear a comedian explain to her audience why pins were necessary to fasten a diaper in the '70s.
People are dumb
@@samanthab1923 no, they're just young and don't know about something they've never seen or thought of in their entire life. It's normal
@@riyak.7393 Really? I suppose you’re right to an extent. My nephew graduated UVA & has a great job with the Fed. There was a time my brother told me he didn’t know how to remove a bottle top.
she wasn’t saying why they were necessary. she was trying to say what they meant by pins. because it didn’t mention the diaper or anything. i didn’t even think about it at first, then as soon as she mentioned velcro i knew she was gonna be talking about the pins that were in diapers. until then i just assumed they meant pins related to sewing or something, just being loose in the furniture lmao
@@riyak.7393 not people then, kids are dumb.
I was born in '74, and this is accurate: once had a pin in my right buttock when taking my first steps, Mom said it motivated me to keep moving as I was too nervous to fall on my butt. That's the way we were.
Good story!
I was scared to go to the hair stylist as a child, so my parents said they'd do it themselves at home. I watched in the bathroom mirror as my father used the Fiskars to cut into my ear. Who woulda thunk such a small child contained so much blood??
Ouch! You poor little baby! I hope they caught you before you fell on the pin!
Ah the ways they would motivate us in the 70's.
Apparently my parents didn't think to bring enough diapers on a 4 day road trip through the barren planes of middle America. So I had to sit, strapped into a car seat, in a poopy diaper for about 18 hours straight.
(It's kinda sus, because my mother wasn't usually such a stickler for keeping me in the car seat. I can't help but wonder if it was all part of her covert, def-con level 4 potty training plot. Or maybe she was just trying to contain the poopy mess to just one spot. Can't blame her much for that.)
Anyway, apparently I hated it. I cried and complained about it for 18 hours straight, and I ended up with a whopper of a diaper rash. Apparenly it was all worth it though, because never again did I ever relieve myself in a diaper for ever after. She brags that's how I got fully potty trained at only a year and a half. She 💯 would recommend this potty training method to friends. I mean... it worked. 🤷♀️
whoa! that's scary!
@@MarcillaSmith i can see my mom pulling that withbin back then. The emotional scars!
She is right. I was born in the late 60's, and had my first child in the 90's. A couple days after the baby was born my mom was visiting. I was spending most of the time on the couch. That afternoon my mom, who had been taught "don't hold a baby too much or you will spoil them" said to me "do you realize you have been holding that baby all day?" The shocked look on her face when I said "So?" was pretty priceless.
well me and sibs have some psych-emotional damage from not being held and nurtured fully
@@eschwarz1003 Sorry to hear it. Me (and my sister) too. I decided not to repeat that bit of neglect.
I've just had my first baby a month ago and I'm still being told not to pick him up everytime he cries and I should just let him cry himself to sleep. What?! My baby who has been in the comfort of my womb wants to be held and i shouldnt do that? Man, that's crazy! I do put him in his bed and let him fall asleep on his own, but I'll hold him when he needs me.
@@Kari-iu9jx trust your instincts; you seem aware to watch and respond to any potential negative outcomes.
My mom is your age and I was born in 97. She says the same thing happened where she wouldn’t let me cry it out and would always hold me. She doesn’t believe in letting infants and kids under five just cry it out. Unfortunately, my dad was not the same way it was always, “What’s going on now? What did you do?” When I was a toddler and small child.
As a third child, I spent most of my childhood, in the 1970s, riding on “the hump” between the two rear seats being told, “You’ll be fine,” when I asked where my seatbelt was.
Riding in the bed of a pickup, my dad felt uncomfortable with us sliding around, so he found three lawn chairs that fit between the rails and wedged them against the cab. Safety first!
Seatbelt in the back..?
@@maaike9402 ikr… look at mr Rockefeller who had seatbelts. Pbbtthhh
I rode on the armrest too. My parents didn’t wear their seatbelts, so I wasn’t concerned about that. I started wearing my seatbelt when I started driving and riding with other new drivers. My parents started wearing their seatbelts because I set a good example. Now little kids can’t even sit in the front seat. Things have changed so much.
That chair set up sounds fun though
Oh and while you are sitting on those lawn chairs in the bed of the truck (or maybe the wheel well, as you are barreling down a state freeway)could you change out the beer can from the cooler thru the little sliding window, make sure no cops are close by….. Save the cans cause we hear they might recycle them (whatever the F that meant)😂
I recently saw the hospital-issued brochure from my own (1969) baby book, which discussed the optimal "sun schedule" for your baby (how you should leave them out in the sun-for an increasing number of hours each day to get used to it--preparing them I'm sure for their eventual skin "oil 'em up and stay out all day" routine in their teens and 20s), about how to introduce meat (MEAT) at 2 months... It's pretty wild. Relatedly, a friend (born in 1970) said her mom's OB was worried about her gaining too much weight during pregnancy, and so suggested SHE START SMOKING, to keep the baby's weight down.
Some people still think that was the RIGHT thing to do!🤦♂️
They had to put their babies out in the sun back then, to avoid rickets (brittle bones). Now, pediatricians recommend vitamin D drops if you're not using fortified formula. Drops are definitely better for avoiding excess UV rays, so yay for technology!
I've been wearing sunblock and a hat my whole adult life. Now I just read some sun ☀️ is good for the skin and the infra red rays prevent wrinkles !
START smoking?🚬🤱🤯
Yoo same! My mom and grandma were both told to smoke during their pregnancies and to eat more lettuce. I'm very lucky that they knew not to listen to such poor advice
When I was pregnant with my 1st, at 19, in 1960, I gained 32 pounds, and my doctor literally yelled at me at every visit. She weighed 6 lbs., 4 oz. When at 21, pregnant with my 2nd, he put me on pills to keep my weight down. I only gained 4 pounds and the baby’s weight was 7 lb, 2 oz. I did not have one drop of milk for her. When I got pregnant 2 years later, I was still on the pills and had a 8 lb, 4 oz baby. Little did I know or realize,he had me on speed. It took 6 years to get off of it. (I did, however, have the cleanest house in the neighborhood). That doctor didn’t believe a woman should suffer, so I was knocked out each time. I missed so much. I am glad my daughters and granddaughters didn’t go through the same things.
Holy shit. I'm glad you and babies survived all that.
OH MY GOD! horrible. I am so sorry that happened 🤦♀️
He sounds like a quack. What state? My mom had me at 20. First of 5. She would gain weight but take it right off. Two of my brothers were ten pound babies. All were over 8.
@@samanthab1923 Dundalk, MD. He also had at least one other office in Baltimore.
Omg 😳😱 So sorry this happened to you!
That explains a lot about us GenXers. (I was born in 1970). My mom told me that her mother and mother-in-law would not let her hold me or breastfeed me. She was told that only the "poor" mothers breast fed their babies. I was stuck in a bassinet with a propped bottle in my nursery and left alone most of the time. Thank goodness I didn't turn out to be an ax murderer or something.
Those damaging beliefs stayed around for a long time. Even in the nineties parents thought you should let children scream. When I hear the older generations give 'sage' advice on child-rearing, I learned not to listen long ago. I once or twice got angry, because they tried to give my baby honey, despite objections and such stuff. 'Our children grew up fine anyway', is such a stupid thing to say and just asks for a snippy response.
Thats what an ax murderer would say.
No offense to your mom, I'm sure she was pressured into raising you that way, but omg I couldn't imagine doing that to my babies. I hardly let anyone else hold them and never let them cry. Breaks my heart just thinking about it
My mother was born in 73 and she says that back when she was a kid children were seen as more of like the "side thing" and that formula was really pushed. And I guess that's why gen x are kinda obsessed with their kids.
@@emmabennett7699 Confirmed. I'm your mom's age, (born in '73) and my wife and I live almost exclusively for our kids. My mother, born in the early 1950's tells stories about her parents leaving her at home at 6 years old to watch her brothers and sisters while they went out dancing and drinking, and they weren't dirt poor trash. Gramps was a well-to-do businessman.. Fortunately, my parents were leaning toward being hippies, and were poor. So I didn't have to deal with the "leave the baby in the crib all day" attitude that a lot of better-off Boomers had.
Then again, she did LITERALLY lock us outside all day Saturdays as soon as cartoons were over until dusk, only letting us in to eat lunch and use the bathroom (#2 only).
Wow, I’ve never heard of this woman before. She’s funny as hell! Thank you UA-cam.
You should watch her Drunk History episode.
She used to be a semi-regular round table guest on _Chelsea Lately._
Same, but I love her based on this and I'm about to look up more of her stuff.
She has also been a guest on Stephanie Miller's show on Political Voices Network more recently.
great comedic timing
Born in '68, my mother gave me the "baby record" from my pediatrician. MDs suggested feeding babies Jello by 6 months. I really hope it was cherry or strawberry flavored making sure I got plenty of red dye #5.
Yes...well to be clear, jello is actually good for you, as it's rich in protein, has a unique amino acid profile, and is great for joints. So at least they got SOMETHING right!
Well that dye wasn't used till 1971 and took a few years to be common so not likely in the jello you ate at 6 months.
🤣
I’m old enough to remember eating red M&Ms
Lol 😂
I'm a decade older than her and yup we were free range and grew up hard. Our main job as kids was to go away (outside, play, entertain ourselves, not be underfoot). If you were around too much or complained about being bored, you got assigned chores. I actually liked having a free range analog childhood.
THE RULE: Don't get in trouble. That's it.
@@cucafc The rule for every suburban kid was "Come home when the street lights go on."
@@anneroberts8630 great truth too!
OMG you nailed my house. And you did not dare touch the television set. NOOOOOO.
I always found things to keep myself entertained. To ever complain about "boredom" usually bought me a Saturday of dusting the two massive china cabinets and all their contents or yardwork. To this day, I don't own a china cabinet. Lol
I have a mark under my eye from a safety pin scratching across my face when I was a baby. Mentioned the scar to my mom one day and she broke down and told me that that’s what happened and she was hoping I’d never notice. So that warning is VALID.
Awwww
I got one on my face from the edge of a coffee table. Which were solid wood and serious edges, too. I took the stitches out. Lol
Sorry but I'm calling you out on that one, I fell on my face when I crashed on my Bike, I ripped my cheek open where you could actually see my cheek bone, I had 22 stitches and within 3 years there was ZERO SCAR.... sorry but I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.
@@Timinator62 it’s true. BTW…What a stupid thing to “call someone out on”.
@@TheVegasbabyg It's the Science...LOL there's ZERO chance this is true...why bother lying about it?
When my mum was born in 1970, the hospital was still run by nuns, not nurses (we live in Germany).
She was taken away from her mother the moment she was born. Her mother only got to hold her for a short amount of time each day and for the rest of the day, she was put away by the nuns (mind you she was an average healthy baby that didn’t require extensive medical care). Her father wasn’t allowed to stay past visiting hours and didn’t even get to hold her until her mother brought her home. The nuns would shoo him away.
Nowadays, nurses make sure babies are put to their mother’s bare skin first thing after birth for some bonding time and fathers get to cuddle and care for their children, too.
That’s why kids are so messed up these days.
@@cas2985 kangarooing is great for helping to build immune system and I assume the nuns are killing for the infants orphanage style (only caring for infants on a schedule not based on individual needs) a method that has been proven to cause psychological harm when employed over an extended period of time
Is that one of the places babies stop crying because the nuns literally can’t care for them all?
off topic but you are an against the current fan right? i have seen u like a dozen times in videos related to them lol.
Oh that was how it was in the states too. We were given our babies a couple hours a day , more if we breast fed which those pos nurses fd up her schedule so she was never hungry when THEY said it was time. Fd up way still inundates our children's world with school and it's still backasswards nonsense!!! Oh bty I'm a boomer! And saw this crap when I was in elementary! The world needs change and we are not going to get it with those lifers ruling class of rich man's trickery!!!!
In 1971 at the age of 3, I split my chin wide open and the doctor at Maine Medical Center in Portland, Maine stitched me up with no anesthesia. That trauma carried throughout my life. Not trusting adults started early.
They don't give you any for just a few. I had it twice in the same spot. I got 0. No legal drugs, dammit. Lol
When living in San Antonio we were playing on the front porch. It had a massive concrete porch with 3 huge columns going up to the second floor. My brother pushed me off and I fell four feet to the ground but on the way my chin hit the edge of the concrete porch. It was daytime then but I remember waiting for mom and dad to come home. It wasn’t till dark when they saw me bleeding profusely. They rushed me to the hospital where I was taken to a large room and told to lay on a gurney. Then a doctor came in with a few nurses and told me to lay down. As soon as I did they put a large sheet over me. The sheet had a small hole that they put over my chin. I began to get terrified. Even at 6 years old I had seen movies where they put sheets over dead people. So I thought they were going to kill me. I tried to move so about 4-5 other adults came in to hold me down. At least 6 adults were holding me down even though I only weighed 40-50 pounds. I kept fighting as the doctor sewed up my chin.
I still have PTSD from that experience. Doctors and nurses had zero concern for the feelings of kids then. I don’t think pediatricians existed then. They caused so much emotional trauma when all they had to do was talk to me to explain what they would be doing. Oh yeah, I wasn’t given any anesthesia either. So in addition to being terrified I experienced a great amount of pain.
A couple years later I had to have my tonsils removed. Almost the same thing happened. I remember being in what looked like a dentist chair when two doctors came in. One put a mask over my face without telling me anything. I felt like I couldn’t breathe so I fought back trying to leave but the two of them held me down in the chair and forcibly held the mask over my face. The gas soon put me to sleep but not before I suffered severe emotional trauma again. Doctors and nurses were barbaric to kids back then. They never gave a second of thought to how they were treating children.
As a fellow Mainer (with a dad who worked @ CMMC!), I have no trouble believing this.
@MovieMakingMan that's what they did to me too! I was only around 3 years old and they put one of those iron blankets on me and two nurses laid over me as the doctor stitched me up with 10 stitches and no anesthesia whatsoever! I was tortured. I've had an ugly scar on my chin my whole life.
@MarkRadcliffe it was unbelievable! I remember everything because it was torture. They put a weighted iron x-ray blanket on me and then two nurses laid on top of me also to keep me from moving while he gave me 10 stitches without anesthesia.
There was an expose in the Portland Press Herald a few years back where they interviewed loved ones of people who had died from a drug overdose, and one of the moms talked about how her daughter went through the exact same thing as I did and we were pretty much the same age. This mother said her daughter was never the same.
I did find an article online about how some doctors believed that children could not feel pain and this was going on in the 1950s 60s and 70s.
My mom, born in 1944, wasn't allowed to be a child, and definitely wanted my sister and me to have a fun childhood. She listened, well behaved, at every authority that pushed their advice onto her, but did what SHE thought was best. We even stayed up later than other children, so we could have more time with our father after work. I was very lucky being born to my parents.
My mother was Born in the '50s and I was not permitted to be a kid in the '90s. About 20 years after that was not cool. While not being allowed a childhood. I also was not allowed underfoot. So I hung out with the bad kids three years older than me under a railroad bridge and had to learn quick no to say the F-word to my preacher parents at age 11... Lol. Man of God they made me with their strictness, the dumbasses.
Having raised 2 children in the 70s, I had to watch this. My babies were relentless individuals. My son would never stop grabbing for those diaper pins. I finally conceded and made eye contact to explain to him the danger, the reason I kept them from him. I showed him that pointy end and showed him it could poke and injure. Then in an act of faith worthy of folks now calling CPS I handed the open safety pin to him. He observed it intensely and handed it back. He never bothered it again, and no, he didn't poke himself.
My husband grew up in the 70’s and remembers his 3 year old brother falling out of the car. There were no car seats and he could easily open the door. His mom circled back for him and yelled at him to hurry up and get back in. Lol Oh the days. Life has sure changed.
In 72 I was in the hospital cause I had kidney problems. There was a little girl who was brought in (she was 4 or maybe 5), who had fallen out of her dad's car while he was driving. Took almost all of her skin off her body, not to mention broken bones, (she was lucky to not have been hit by a car), every night she would cry out in pain, screaming for her daddy. It bothered me then cause I was a child trying to get well, I just wanted her to stop so I could sleep...now my heart aches for that little girl. I don't know if she lived or died. 😢
Thank god.
My brothers and I all took turns falling out of the blue Duster going around a turn thru an intersection. All of us got our fingers slammed at one time or another too. We are all pretty f-d up as adults.
My mother, in 1979, dared to take me into her bed for a cuddle the day after I was born, and a nurse came in and muttered, "spoiled already." It became a refrain around the house when I was growing up.
Spoiled already! Goddamn why did people start thinking love was bad for kids.
My first baby (of 6) was born in 1979. I never owned a crib... LOL
@@drcarriemills8772 Ooooh, but cribs are great for play! My LO uses his as his hidey-cave and storage space. And cats love 'em, too. Yay for baby-beds. 😜
@@KD-ou2np Seriously. Imagine thinking _love_ is poison. Like, on a societal level. Jesus.
@@drcarriemills8772 Good For You! What a gift you were/are!
Ah, yes, I was a 70's baby myself. I remember the diapers and safety pins, and my mom teaching me the trick for fastening the diaper with the pin while avoiding sticking the baby. It sometimes meant I stuck myself, but hey, I was 6 years old and I could take it....
When I had my baby in 2005, I actually did not realize that cloth diapering had advanced since the 70s, and assumed you were still working with those huge diaper pins. So that was why I was all "hell no" to cloth diapering. I might have made a different decision had I realized it was no longer a potential torture chamber!
After pins they moved to sticky tabs. Sort of like you have on a security envelope where you just peel off the tape and stick the pieces together. That was before velcro came around
I’m a 81 baby and yes my mum used cloth nappies on me with pins. Microwaves in Australia first came out then to heat formula
@@LindaC616 Sticky tabbed diapers were the kind I always knew. Never knew Velcro diapers even existed lol
@@DeathnoteBB same, my babysitting days and caring for nieces and neohews were pretty much over by then! Guess they solved that problem of what to do when they went swimming, lol
My father impaled me with a diaper pin when I was a baby (1963) I wouldn't stop crying so he backtracked and figured out the problem. He must have felt so bad. Poor little daddy, you were only 32 years old.You freed me from the pin and I am sure I cuddled and was cuddled back to soothe me. Love you dad. George was about the best dad one could wish for. I was fortunate enough to be his daughter. ♥
Your DAD changed your diaper??
Only 32? ONLY??? You're being funny/sarcastic saying "only" yes?
I became a grandmother at 40!
@@mp5249 Probably a rare event, but yes, when he had to.
@@tamielizabethallaway2413 Sorry, I am almost 60 and 32 seems really young to me now. Especially for a young father.
@@carolisakallas3054 omg no! You don't have to be sorry! I just didn't know if you were joking or not!
Like "bless you Dad, you were ONLY 32 and still learning" = genuine.....or
"I mean yeah Dad, aged 32, it's not like most men your age didn't have 5 kids by then and you were still struggling with safety pins!" = Sarcastic joke...
I was trying to gauge your tone of voice....and me being English, we're a sarcastic bunch so I heard it in that tone of voice. But then wasn't sure.
I'm heading towards 60 too (born 1970)....not far behind you!
I still only feel 32! 🤪🥴😜😘 xxxx
Hilarious. I also love being called ma'am, and hate being told I look young. No, young man, I earned my decades of wisdom.
It took a lot of stupidity to make me this wise! 😉😊
I got the best of both worlds once. I'm 35 and when I was just over 30 a guy said I technically looked quite young but that he could also see a lot of experience in my eyes so he knew I was older than he thought I looked. Win-win!
I actually love admitting my age (52) and having people's jaws drop. Go melanin! :)
@@kelf114 and @L S I agree!
@@kinnarishah7949 me too but I'm 70. (No melanin, surgeries, drugs, or ridiculous"serums",...) Just love of Nature and animals.
Jaws still drop.
born in the 70s. I remember walking myself to kindergarten and all around the town with no parents hovering over me.
Now the cops get called whenever children are unattended. Back in the day we had free reign.
I think kindergarden is a BIT early to leave a child unattended, that starts at 1 to 3 here and excuse me for not being comfortable with 1 year olds roaming the streets on their own...😅
Primary school is fine, 5-6 year olds are old enough to grasp basic safety concepts like how to safely cross a street and the like, though I'm only comfortable with that because I live in Europe; the way most American suburbs are set up nowadays, I also wouldn't feel comfortable letting my child roam around alone all day in such a car-friendly, anti-human place 🤷♀️
@@sleepysera oh, the schools are named differently in the U.S. Kindergarten here is 5 year olds. Ages 1-3 we call preschool.
Me too but at age 17 they called three different police departments in a few different cities to find me.
@QqQ "hovering over me" 😁 yes.
Born in 1967, I remember being annoyed by people "hovering over me" at a young age. Yeah, when I was like 4. I would get up early when I was 4 and 5 years old so I could do my crafts and drawing undisturbed. 😂
As a 70's baby, myself, I find that hysterical. The funniest stuff is usually true!
I’m a hardened, self-sufficient former 70’s baby and can attest that this is all true. I was not allowed to bother my mother between 1pm and 4pm because her soap operas were on T.V. I have memories of knowing this rule as young as 2. She would say “Don’t bother me when my soaps are on”-and I didn’t.
*Jeopardy
Maybe that made children more well behaved lol.
That is both sad and funny
@@observeirene and sad and emotionally stunted and drug addicted... yeah could be...
Learned to entertain myself if nobody else was around and not bother my mom unless something was wrong or I needed something. It was never more than a couple of hours though.
The 3 hours is referring to the next feeding. In other words, if baby is crying but shouldn't be hungry yet, check to see if he's in pain.
Of course, and I feel quite certain Jen knows that. She's having a little fun with how it comes off when you first read it.
But yeah, I think of that every time I listen to this delightful bit also.
As a child born in the 60’s, we never wore seatbelts. For my entire childhood I remember bouncing around the backseat with my sister playing games and leaning over to talk to our mom or dad as they barreled down the road. I don’t remember when I first had to wear a seatbelt but I’m gonna guess I was at least 12. Instead of seatbelts we had our mom’s arm swinging in front of us like clockwork if she had to slam on the brakes.I was also brought home from the hospital in 1960 on my mom’s lap, no car seat of course, and I’m sure she wasn’t belted in either. Those were the days… Living on the edge…. Lol
Same here. Good times... :)
I long for those days!
there alot of places where its still like that...
in the 60's i remember riding on the running board of my dad's truck. standing or sitting and watching the gravel road speed past was cool. at times we would ride on the tailgate which was always fun. sometimes i would stand up behind the cab and put my arms out and pretend i was super man flying.
today you cannot do such things because there are too many idiots on the road paying more attention to their cell phones than they are to driving. or they simply are terrible at driving. not to mention the 'man' looking to take money from you for any violation to stupid laws designed to separate man from money. and there are a million of these laws now on the books.
@@paulk5311 …I know.. On the farm where I kept my horse and worked as part of the crew, we used to pile in the back of a pick up and head out for ice cream cones on a hot summer night. It doesn’t get much better than that. Happy new year
"...made change in my head." Now there's a generational divide for you.
When I was any kind of cashier or had to work a cashier at any job, if someone would give me money and I'd type it in and the machine would tell me what to give back, but then they'd suddenly say "oh wait let me give you this amount so I can get different change", I'd get so mad and stressed because what the machine was telling me was suddenly null and void. I'm not dumb but I AM of that later generation who has been spoiled by calculators and computers and I just hate math as it is, plus when you're half-asleep at a job you hate, you don't want to suddenly have to think and count on the fly like that. I always wanted to say "Nope, too late, you've handed me these bills and/or coins and you're getting this change, the machine has spoken, don't suddenly give me something else and change the whole game you monster".
I worked in stores in the early 2010s that didn't have scanning technology yet and so I still had to do it all in my head. Not just change, half of the other calculations too because they told us to only type in once every 5 items into the register, to save receipt paper...
It was the fucking worst, especially when you had some people pinching pennies and feeling like they had to pay too much after 200+ items and demanding a recount...
Now we have high school graduates that can't make change with a computer...
I loved working the register when the change came to $0.41, because I could go: quarter, dime, nickel, penny, there you go, have a nice day.
Its very easy, here is the trick:
If the bill is 19.21 and they give you a 20,
You look at the bill and think of how much in coins you need for it to become 20
So, 19. 21 plus 9 cents is 19.30,
And then 19.30 plus 70 cents would be 20...
Voila! The change owed is 79 cents.
I was born in the early '50's. Securing diapers (nappies, in UK), was done without pins, by clever folding. They were made from towelling material, and after use they were thoroughly boil-washed and reused.
Also, I was told that maternity hospitals always referred to any baby as 'he', to distinguish it from the mother, who of course was always 'she'.
My mother gave birth to me in Jan of 69 in the early afternoon.
Came home at around 3pm, put me in my little basket on the living room table and went to work. My father had to take care of me.
My mother made the money at this time.
Hard times and truly survivors.
My parents archived a lot in their life, but it came with a high price.
Can confirm. We’re survivors. The world has been trying to kill me since the late ‘70’s. Apparently we were made of iron and wood back then
.. just like the sliding boards that got HOT in the summertime 😎.
@@nflowers8158 The stainless steel ones right? I was so clumsy it's a miracle of highly protective mothering that I am still alive. 😅👍
As a child of the '70s, this checks out. We were the test dummies for the current generation. Seat belts? Merely a light suggestion. It was not unheard of to have our grandfather pack about 7-8 grandchildren in the back of his station wagon, including the trunk to go camping bout 3-4 hours away. We didn't complain and we all survived, so that was a plus.
I know of at least 10 other families with similar stories
Plus no modern child knows of the horrors of getting stuck with the hump seat! You are welcome for that!
You survived. Not all did.
Hard agree, because the ones who didn’t survive aren’t posting on UA-cam. My parents were both teachers spanning a total of five decades. Many more students died in car crashes, not to mention farming accidents, in the ‘70s and ‘80s than in later years.
@@AI-dp3rd To be clear, I am not saying this was a good thing. Just commenting about the video that these were the times back then and at the time (and as a child) we didn't see anything wrong with it. It just was the norm. It's not something we'd do now, it was just something that we did back then and at the time was fine. I'm sure 50 years from now there will be things we do now that sound horrible to the future people.
@@chpunisher2005 that’s why it was changed because so many kids were not “fine”
@@d4ever649 Agreed My comment was just confirming how things were in the '70s in regards to the video. In hindsight, I know how dangerous it was, but at the time it was "normal".
Born mid 60s here, that all sounds so accurate. One of my uncles was over with their kids one time and as we all headed out to do whatever, the only caution we got was him yelling. "Don't kill each other". Every one had those cloth diapers back then. After you potty trained the baby they were great for cleaning around the house. Seemed any family member you went to, if something was spilled out came an old diaper to wipe it up.
When you fought in the back seat until your dad got pissed and slammed on the brakes so *you* slammed into the back door of the station-wagon....when mom wanted to clean and so she stuck you in the closet and locked it.....when you went to the corner store to get Salem 100s for your mom, and you were six. Ahhhh, life in the 70s.
Yep! I was the pig-tailed 8-year-old riding back from the store with two packs of Kools for Dad in my plastic-flowered bicycle basket. Thought I was so very Important.
I used to buy my dad Pall Mall Golds. And you could buy a pocket knife from a vending machine.
And a six pack of beer.
Camels...non-filter
Had a friend who came home from Kindergarten to an empty house. When the mom finally showed up, her excuse was I left you a note! Poor little thing had to remind mom she didn’t read!
Born in 71. Some of my favorite memories was riding in the back seat of a car with a bunch of my cousins, nary a seat belt between us. What was really great was if we were riding in a station wagon; we would lay on our backs and stare through the windows at the sky.
i sat by the open back window in our station wagon with my slingshot.......til i got caught.nobody noticed my pockets were filled with rocks!
Oh yeah station wagons!!! We did the same thing!! Fun!! Dangerous but fun!!
I was born in the 70's to this day my mother throws her arm cross the passenger if she stops abruptly. Apparently throwing that arm across someone is going to stop them from going through the windshield :P.
@Shannon Brice
Well... 90s kid of a 60s dad here, he does the same thing and now that I drive I catch myself doing the same 😆
Many people did that when they were on the drivers side. back then.
I do this also while driving if I have to break hard unexpectedly & I was born in the 60’s. It’s just instinctual. We know we’re all screwed if something serious happened.
I did this to my grandson a couple of weeks ago.
I do this when there's NO passenger in the front seat...or anywhere in the car. I think it's instinctual.😁
1970 my mom used her house phone as a baby monitor. She'd put me down for a nap call her friend in another apartment, leave the phone off the hook and leave for coffee. She'd come back when my crying was loud enough to be heard on the phone.
Interesting.
Genius 😂
My mom did this with the neighbor lady that was a a few blocks over. She had me in a crib I couldn’t get out of. No harm no fowl.
**stops conversation with the neighbor for a second to check the phone and hears someone talking in the room that you are in** @_@
Very interesting
She’s hilarious ! Great material excellent delivery . And so refreshing to hear of a woman who doesn’t want to be young and embraces her age . Star !
My mother used to bring me to the bar in a bassinet and put me on top of the cigarette vending machine or the pool table where other patrons would either pick me up or *play pool around me*. It was a different, glorious time.
Glorious isn't the first thing that comes to mind
"Play pool around me" isn't the first thing that comes to _my_ mind. *Clouds of cigarette smoke* OMG 🚬🚬🚬 I grew up with people smoking indoors everywhere and it has been such a wonderful transition to unpolluted air since it has been banned (around 2000, I think, here in South Africa).
"It was a different, glorious time" 😂
Childhood ear infections used to be much more common than they are now.
Medical researchers now know that exposure to second hand smoke really ramps up a child's chances of ear infections.
It is strongly suggested that children, especially infants and toddlers, be kept away from second and even third hand smoke.
As an infant,
I lived in an extended family setting, and at least half of my family still smoked. My ear infections, starting from when I was just a couple months old, were so relentless and so bad that they ultimately caused complications, including some hearing loss.
I can remember going for testing at the regional School for the Deaf when I was young.
When I had my own infants, no one with a cigarette was allowed to go anywhere near them.
They had zero ear infections!
omg...I forgot about the cigarette vending machines. :D
Born in the 70’s. My mom used to give me a note and $ then send me to the store to get her cigarettes. Never seemed to be an issue for anyone.
I used to make pocket change going up to the grocery store buying cigarettes for the neighbor moms that smoke. I was 8! Salems, Virgina Slims and Parliaments. No one batted an eye. Pack of cigarettes was 50 cents.
Born 1940. At 7 years old mom gave me money for a carton of cigarettes ($2.98), and a nickel for an ice cream cone for myself. My, nothing like now....
I refused to buy cigarettes for my mother when I was an adult. They made me sick.
My kid was born in the late 1980s, and just recently I was reading about young parents finding relief in the pandemic because it means they can't have a bunch of people in the room while the baby is being born. I'm like there's a two letter word for that "NO". Why on Earth would you have more than one person in there? Makes no sense to me, I hope by the time my daughter has a kid the trend has turned the other way.
When I was pregnant in 1979, a woman I barely knew asked to film the birth. She was highly offended when I said no.
@@sallyreno6296 WHOA......wtf??? That's a special kind of asshole right there.
Society treats a woman's womb as an expected form of proving your feminity and worth as a woman.
"That womb doesn't belong to you it belongs to all of us"
@@VelociRachael So true. And well put!
Well the trend now is back to more normal things. Like the husband, midwives, doula, and any other friends that you want there to help. The way it used to be before the Puritans took over.
Mom used a book written by Dr Spock. I was an adult by the time I found out it wasn't advice from a Vulcan. Lol
Omg me too
God I hate Dr. Spock. Also Dobson. Most of those books are just something parents owned to justify abuse. That's how it was in my household anyway. I took to reading them in advance so I could produce a counter arguement from the same book next time she was using it to justify a beating.
Piece of paper reminds me, I have a cousin who was born in 1954, and we still have the bill for her delivery. It was $50. for EVERYTHING. That includes the doctor, the delivery room, everything. Cost for same today runs 200-300 times that much. But the average worker makes around 10-20 times as much today, depending on what field they are in. Something is wrong with this picture.
Absolutely! I live in the UK and medical care is free at point of use.
I know. My grandma spent a week in the hospital. They couldn't wheel me out fast enough, even doubled over passing clots the size of baseballs.
I was born in '52 and several years ago I was helping my parents clean out their house and my mom showed me the bill for my delivery. Also, $50! ALL INCLUSIVE. The funny thing is that although there were no issues with my birth, she (and I) stayed in the hospital for about a week afterwards. And an ambulance from the hospital took us home! And apparently that was SOP back then.
Man, my first thought as I was reading your comment was that you were saying how crazy it was they had to pay as much as $50 for something so basic. I'm sorry you guys have to live with such a system
Can confirm 200-300x is correct. I had a kid 4 months ago and had a $10,000 bill afterwards. If I didn’t have insurance there’s no way I could have done that!
My parents both smoked in our house, their friends also did the same and when we traveled in the winter my dad smoked El Producto cigars while mom smoked Benson & Hedges WITH the windows rolled up. No seat belts? Pffft. That was the least of our worries.
Yep. The 70s, when everyone smoked and no windows were opened.I never thought about the lack of seat belts. The smoke was a big problem however.
Same here. Both us kids had asthma but God forbid they wait until they got home to smoke 💨. Or step outside to. No seat belts either. We weren’t allowed to use them. I knew I was smarter than them pretty early.
The memories of coming in after playing outside in the winter, and seeing literal layers of cigarette smoke in the air in our house! I thought it was pretty!
Yes, the smoke was horrifying!
I hear ya, chain smokers, I'm tone deaf because of it! Who knew.
Yes. The fear of spoiling children with love. That worked well for us.
80s kid here. The only place my parents took me during my first few months was the pediatrician office and grandparents' apartment. It still surprises me how parents put their newborns around so many people nowadays.
Breastfeeding innoculates baby with antibodies!
@@normaalvarado2880 the heck does this have to do with anything this person just said..???
I believe Panda is saying that boomers and genXers may have 'suffered' what may be considered neglect or abuse at the hands of their uniformed parents. In contrast, the same parents minimized contact socially to minimize the infants exposure to harmful microbes. Thus, they were caring parents and defined harm by intent.
@@normaalvarado2880 Sure, but there's still colds, flus, RSV, and other germs that nursing doesn't inoculate against. No need to tempt fate or stress test a developing immune system by having a baby around unnecessary germ sources.
@@mg725 It means their immune system is better, because of the breastfeeding, so you don’t have to worry about germs so much.
If you breastfeed, Baby receives antibodies from mom through the milk. Many pregnant women get a whooping cough shot by the end of their pregnancy, so their child will receive those antibodies before the baby themself gets vaccinated.
"Oh, they didn't have girls in the 70's."
Love the ghost cigarette, too.
Should look at how we were raised in the 50s. Basic attitude was: If anything hurts him, he will figure it out eventually and take care of it himself. Oh, and if he does, says, or thinks anything we don't like, beat the shit out of him.
And those kids grew up to be hippies at 18
@Rheumattica your family can't have been that great if that's your response
@Rheumattica I'm utterly relaxed about identifying twats on the internet. It's rather enjoyable
@@esquilax5563 😄😄😄 right
Tragically, yes
Hello Jen! You are super funny!
Comedy fans are in for a treat hearing you for the first time.
Top shelf material.
A bright star for 2022.
"DO NOT TOUCH THE BABY" was an actual instruction new mothers got from doctors. My own mother told me. She only touched me when changing my diapers and breastfeeding. She also gave the "NO TOUCH" instruction to my nanny to make sure no one touched me even when she was out of the house. No wonder I am so fucked up in the head.
Same
I had a friend who was born in 1973 and they gave her mother a paper of what to pack when you come to the hospital to deliver your baby. Right on the list was "Don't forget your ciggies and matches."
No! Really? 😂 nothing tackier than seeing a mom pushing a stroller with a butt hanging out of her mouth.
i find that totally b/s ...you could not smoke in a hospital
@@cyrilsquirrel2874 Smoking didn’t stop in hospitals till 93! Not in your room, you would go to a smoking room they had on each floor.
@@cyrilsquirrel2874 yes you could at least in my state. I was a child in the hospital in the early 70's and my parents smoked in the hallway
@@cyrilsquirrel2874 You can't smoke around oxygen. But you COULD smoke in planes and in hospitals. EVERYONE smoked. All the time.
The pin thing happened to me when I was a baby back in 1947. My mother (I was her first child) said I was crying and crying and just wouldn't stop. She tried feeding me, holding me, bouncing me - nothing. The diaper wasn't wet (so easy to tell in 1947), so she didn't know what to do. I just kept crying and I just wouldn't stop. I guess I must have peed after an hour or so, crying all the time, and when she changed my diaper she found she had pinned me and the diaper together. I don't remember it at all, but she still did.
That would be so horrifying to realize D8 so glad you don't remember!
An uncle of mine did this to his baby.
Ouch!!! Poor baby!
Born in 72 and ngl her outfit is straight out of my early years. Strangely reassuring.
My kids don't even believe the stories I tell them about growing up in the 70s.
Never went to an ER. Right to our family doctor. Was sitting in his waiting room with a fish hook in my finger & the town butcher came in with a bloody apron on hold one hand with the other wrapped up. Yikes
lmao I was born in 70 and my mom was like, oh yeah they kept you for 24 hours before they let me see you and never told me why, but *waves hand randomly* you seemed fine. She wasn't as handsoff, but that could have been just the family way. lol We all got lots of attention and love. My husband on the other hand (two years younger) believed you don't kiss around on babies at all. I grew up happy and healthy, playing with my all metal kitchen set, hard plastic dolls and toys with tiny swallowable parts. lol
I was early 70's, my little kitchen was made of wood, the dishes were metal. Got it when I was two.
I'm starting to think I got a bad deal having parents who were born in the 60's raise me late in their lives... i got a nice dose of that old fashioned parenting while all my friends had parents that knew they should hug their kids and not yell at the baby for crying. Lol.
My mom always says they tried to take me away while I was born but she kicked up a fuss until they put a bassinet in her room.
And now we have research that shows infants, both human and animal, will in fact die from lack of affection. No wonder so many people are screwed up when a lot of parents were advised to let their newborns suffer from isolation and neglect because they'd "spoil" them as a result if they didn't. A baby has only ever known the warmth and closeness of their mother up until the day they are born. To suddenly be without that comfort and even having it being purposefully withheld from them sounds pretty damaging.
That was in the 30s or 40s...wasn't it?
Born in 1970. Apparently, before I reached 1 year old, I went septic and put in a body cast. For years after, I tried to get a sensible explanation as to what happened to me. Still waiting. Rheumatoid Arthritis set in but life was normal. I was healthy except for the fact my right leg was 4 inches shorter than the other. I was the perfect hillbilly in West Virginia because I could run along a hillside with no problem at all. I played sports (Baseball, Basketball, Football) coaches had to bend me into the butterfly stance to stretch because my leg wouldn't bend that way on its own so they forced it. I think my point is no one really gave a fuck unless they really had to, and no one really had to.
May want to inquire about the family tree there. Don't be surprised if you have a Bruncle or Saunty lol.
Omg, you're hysterical. Yes!! No one gave a fk!
@@SquanchyCatDad classic 🤣
As a fellow mountaineer, I love the comment about running on the side of a hill. That would literally be an advantage.
The instructions were correct and she read it fine... if it's been LESS THEN 3 HOURS ... meaning if you put the baby down after feeding and it still cried, or randomly started crying after an hour ... check for pins ... if you haven't fed him in 3 hours, then it's probably hunger ...
I've been scrolling trying to see if anyone else caught that.
Came here to say this, but you explained it perfectly already.
Yes I came here to look for this comment. My boyfriend reasons like this when the baby cries. Is it has not been three hours (next feeding time) then there must be something else why she is crying. If it is feeding time he gives her to me for feeding
Exactly
I noticed this when I watched it originally on Netflix, but it’s a good joke, so I let it pass
I just asked my mother to verify if this was her experience when she had me. She said they didn't even give her a piece of paper, but did basically tell her the same things as she was being wheeled out of the hospital to go home. It's a wonder I lived. 😂
Oh, my... born in the 70s. I am so dang glad that my mum was a Kindergarten teacher who firmly believed in Montessori and Fröbel.
You won the parent jackpot, sounds like
@@jg2783 on paper... somewhat. My dad pushed the pram, never expected us to conform to gender roles and our mum stepped in when people denied us our personhood.
I'm a 72' model and used to walk to school with my brother unaccompanied he was 2 years younger than me, I was 9 we used to cross a busy road once to get there and once back even but other kids were doing the same.
I live two blocks from the elementary school I attended as a kid, in the house we grew up in. My 3 siblings and I walked there and back, every day, with all the other kids. Now the area kids are picked up by a school bus - to go TWO BLOCKS. Mind-blowing. And the bus makes stops along the street!
Wait... You're 72 feet tall?
@@barnabascee1889 Should be '72 but in the 1970's we didn't care care about punctuation.
@@epbrown01 learned helplessness. Poor kids. this sucks ! A crime to weaken our youth like this!
@@martinjp1 That’s not true. It’s nowadays that people who can’t write properly are still admitted to college, and colleges have remedial classes. 🙄
My daughters were born in 1974 and 1977. My older daughter was premature when she was born in 1974 and did wear way too large pampers. My younger daughter was born in Aug. 1977 and was also in pampers. I breastfed my younger daughter. My older daughter was in the NICU so was bottle-fed...I held both of them all the time. They are now 47 and 44...they survived!
1973. Reading through the comments and I feel like I've found my people. It makes me feel good hearing all your stories. I really like the heartier sense of self everyone has. Its like we were raised to be wildflowers while today's generation are raised to be hot house orchids, more beautiful, sure, but also more fragile.
I was born in 74. The nurses wouldn’t let my dad hold me because of germs. When I finally went home, they ‘introduced’ me to the family dog who promptly licked me up side of the face.
Dogs are good cooties. Not as many can transfer as from a human.
My brother was born in 1958. They found a hole in his heart because when he was
She's done some of the best Drunk History's ever made.
Thank you for this comment!!!! I knew I saw her somewhere before!
I thought she looked familiar! Thank you! She's hilarious and loved her in DH
What a delightful find! I hadn't seen (or even heard of) Jen Kirkman since I used to enjoy her on the old Chelsea Lately show about 10-12 years ago. I always thought she was delightful, and hilarious. I"ll be looking for her on UA-cam more often now.
This was so funny and so naturally told. Made me an instant fan.
raise your kids in the 70's? clothes, keds, cereal with milk, OUTSIDE, don't come back until dark. my mom worked, so I was a Latch-key Kid, had My OWN Housekey. wore them, we moved a lot, around my neck on a piece of orlon yarn until I was 14 when my dad gave me a key ring and a wallet for my birthday. that's it. that was all I got.
Exact same story for me. I was the only one I knew with a house key. Wore it with pride.
Only reason I didn't have a house key was because we didn't bother to lock all the doors back then. I had to manually lift the garage door and go in that way after school. We were free-range kids (after chores were done), home when the street lights came on, and it was awesome.
I was latch key kid. My mom bought me a fancy blue one to display around my neck. I remember telling her at age 6 that people shouldn't know I'm home alone, I always wore it under my shirt. She's grown up a lot since then.
Anytime I was not seriously injured, mom called it a "growing pain". She said it was a part of getting older, and we all had to go through it. She made it sound like a cool right-of-passage. Boy, were we gullible!
you had me at "four roomates and shitty towes"
Wow I was a privileged baby sporting those Pampers in the late 1970s. We once traveled abroad and airport security saw my Mom had a whole suitcase of this mysterious white puffy stuff. What on earth? Then she lifted my dress & flashed my Pampers! And that, boys and girls, is how my mom spread the word about diapers that could hold themselves up without pins.🤯
This actually happened to me. My mother told me that one time as a newborn, I was crying for a really long time and she couldn't figure out why, so she tried to feed me and whatever, nothing would stop the crying. Eventually, she went to change my nappy and discovered that she had pinned me to it. Yep, with a big ol safety pin. Ah, fun times. (My mum was/is an excellent mother, and was a midwife herself, but yknow, those cloth nappies were a total nightmare! LOL.)
I was just about to comment on how beautiful she is and how young she looks until she put me in my place 🤣
I watched this on netflix and it was like...the funniest, smartest thing ever. I loved it so much.
Hilarious comedian and her material hits home for someone born before colour tv ;)
1968 baby here...aside from staying in the hospital due to having blood transfusions (Rh factor issues) I was free range too. I used to ride my bike all over town and go to the beach by myself and everything. I went home for dinner, usually. If I didn't, I called because I had been invited somewhere. When my sister starting having kids in the early 80's, we heard the "spoiled already" thing from all the adults.
My mom had my brothers in the 60’s and she was given pills right away to dry up her breast milk, she wasn’t even given the option to breastfeed. Which definitely shows in the way my brothers turned out🧐. One of my kids didn’t latch and I definitely see a difference in him and my girls. It’s actually pretty interesting.
My aunt was born in 1975. My grandparents were 17 and 18 at the time. My aunt remembers riding on “The Hump” in the car as a small child when my grandparents and great grandparents would travel around the state for Square-dance competitions (My entire family and I are from the state of Mississippi in the southern United States) on the weekends from time to time. She was able to run around on her own and be self sufficient from a young age, then when my mom came along in 1981 she did the same. I still wish every now and again that I had the childhood my parents and aunts had.
I've always hated the "let them cry it out" mentality. Like, that's their only form of communication to let us know they're in need. Way to establish trauma from day one.
Nailed it. You're 5 days old, recently evicted from a warm, safe place and you don't hear that familiar heartbeat or voice any more, so you cry, cause you're in distress. And no one cares.
I dunno, ime it got a hell of a lot worse. You couldn't HAVE an emotion in my house. If you were mad, my dad would get mad. Happy, my father would tell me what I wanted was dumb or how much did I pay for something with my own money I earned (to THIS day!) And sad is also a moot point.
Can't deal with emotionally immature parents. So, only hello goodbye as little as possible.
@@windsofmarchjourneyperrytr2823 Yeah, the "cry it out" method creates ppl like your dad. I'm so sorry you went through that.
Glad to hear you're protecting yourself now as much as possible.
@@windsofmarchjourneyperrytr2823 I feel that. When I was growing up we were not allowed to be sad, mad, depressed, disappointed or angry or you got mocked for it, and told you had nothing to have those feelings for. My brother and his wife are the same with their kids. No feelings allowed! Sorry you had to endure that too, and I do the same thing with my mother now, limited contact. She chose to life far away from me and my brothers when our parents broke up, so that speaks volumes to me, but it took me a while to get it.
Even though it wasn't popular at the time, my mother believed in loving your babies! And so, she taught me the same! My babies are loved, coddled, and never allowed to just like cry because it was good for them. I'm so grateful even to this day for my mother!!
I was a '70s baby, and I used to ride in the car on my mom's lap, or in a basket on the back seat of the station wagon, and later it was a treat to ride in the back of our pickup truck
I was only in my early teens back then, so I don't know how spot-on this is about infant care in 1974ish. But I love how she pointed out how male-centric everything was: even I noticed it back then, and I was pretty clueless for the most part. Everything back then was also very caucasian-centric, and this persisted well in the '80s. Western caucasianism was "normal," and everything else was "tolerated."
@J Hemphill A state of being includes mindsets and world views, so yes- "Caucasianism" is largely a philosophy and an ideology. It is founded on the unchallenged assumption of the naturally supreme condition of white westerners.
But, no- it's not that we thought everyone was white. We knew better than that. What we thought was that only white _counted._ Everyone else was just different and politely tolerated in the Great Society. Back before that era, they weren't even politely tolerated- not as a rule, anyway.
@@BigBri550 what an anti-white-resentment- centric way of putting things. The same could be said about any culture whatsoever with one predominant majority group.
There's some wisdom to keeping visitors to a minimum around a very young infant- if they're too young to be vaccinated against certain illnesses, guests hugging and kissing them could transmit illnesses that could be deadly. But spoiling an infant by giving them too much attention? I guess... If spoiled means 'happy and secure infant that is statistically likely to have higher self confidence later in life'.
@J Hemphill Thanks, Dr. Spock. I would have assumed the depression would stem from the fact that society is burning to the ground, but now I know it's all the parent's fault.
@J Hemphill Well, for starters, the **checks notes** everything that's happened in the past two and a half years doesn't exactly indicate a healthy society. The difference between you and me, if I may be so bold, is that you blame society's problems on parents not raising their children right, whereas I blame society's problems on, among other things, people in power abusing their positions for the sake of indulging their bigoted, backwards fantasies.
If you think that the problem with parents nowadays is a "lack of consistently enforced boundaries that have children feeling insecure," I'm going to politely request that you provide:
a) examples of this "lack of consistently enforced boundaries"
b) any indication that these examples can be generalized to society at large
c) reasons why this is the parents' fault
d) proof that it is in any way different- and, more importantly, worse- than the way that parents USED to raise their children.
I'm tired of this argument against "the parenting style of today". The parenting style of the olden days was often just advanced negligence. You're going to talk about a lack of consistently enforced boundaries? You must have hated the eighties, when "good" parenting was "go outside and don't come back until sundown. Don't get kidnapped, molested, or murdered. Have fun!"
@@cameronsitton501 Its really simple.. “Hard times create strong men, strong men create good times, good times create weak men, and weak men create hard times." We are not creating Strong People ..I blame the absence of Yard Darts. If one was to look at the decline line, Id say it started to plummet around 88-90.. Its Ok though, We will have strong people again soon.
@@redneckhippiefreak See the problem with the internet is I cannot tell if you are joking or legitimately serious
@@cameronsitton501 It is obvious we need to bring back the Yard Dart. It was a perfect tool for ridding us of ignorance as they helped develop usable life skills..., They helped foster agility, situational awareness, Responsibility, Accountability and of course, the most important life skill, they taught Us how to identify a Psychotic person smiling at us as a 1 lb spike fell in our general direction. Too many of our newer generations were allowed to go through life unable to recognize and identify those that wish to harm us so they never look for the dangers... This is why we are electing complete and total idiots to office. Those ill equipped kids started voting.
1:48 OK this explains why I was keep in a room like a living doll until I turned 5 years old.
I was a 70’s child. Mom let me change the oil in the car when I turned 10. That included climbing under a jacked up car on stands…most moms would never let that happen today.
I thought you said "moist moms"
At least it was on stands, LOL
Impressively dangerous indeed! You must have been talented!
I find it funny that the experiences of Westerners in the 60s and 70s is what as an Indian I went in the 90s. My mom would tell me, a 6 year old to change the gas plug on the canister because she herself was scared of it exploding or catching fire. Also, apparently when we were still crawling, they would tie one of our leg to the bed post so that we did not pull something down and hurt ourselves, and then go shopping for groceries since there was no child care available. I did not think of it as odd till I moved to Europe 😀
@@SolomonSunder oh my! You must have been strong when you were young! I took care of my youngest brother in the 90s when i was a teen so my mom made out. You sound like you were a good child for her to trust you while she went out. I was always in support of kid harnesses, but these are more for hyper active kids!!! They are still taboo in the US...😂
She's so underrated, I love her!😭😭😭😭
She has terrific timing.
I was born in the '80s, and when I was 9 I broke my ankle in gym. A couple of days later, hobbling along on crutches, my mom sent me into the school with the ER bill. "Here. Tell them they have to pay it."
Today, I work in a job that deals with the public. I have parents calling to handle administrative life tasks for their able-bodied, 28-year-old kids. People say children grow up too fast these days - seems to me the opposite might be true, lol.
My husband was born in the late 50s and I was born early 60s. Both our moms were dropped off at the hospital by our fathers to deliver their babies under general anesthesia, c section or not. They then spent anywhere from 5 to 14 days in the hospital while nurses bathed and fed their children. Oh, of course we weren't breastfed! Dad's then miraculously reappeared to drive us home, no car seats or seat belts! We're lucky to have survived 😆
I’m the oldest of 5 & my dad was at none of the births. Funny story: convinced I was a boy they picked out Terence Michael Aloysius. Lo & behold, what now? Letitia was a family name on my moms side. As soon as work was over he made an appearance. Took one look at the birth certificate & crossed out the name. Hated it.
This was very funny. I also had a pager. I worked at a video store where the barcode scanner was like a metal pen you would run over the barcode, but it wouldn’t work if you did it too fast or too slow. Hahahaha!
I was born in the 70’s, and when I was brought home no car seat just in a basket. Now that I have kids, when they were born the nurse comes out to the car and makes sure the car seat is in right and you know how I use it.
The receptionist at our doctor's office was telling me how she used to drive the car with a nursing baby in her lap.
Very good! Grew up through the 70’s. Nice memories. Thanks
I have a medicine textbook that my grandfather used as a student in the 1950s and it literally says that small infants do not feel pain yet (because they cry a lot regardless and therefore it doesn't matter).
Born in 62, and at 6 months old I got bronchitis. Grandma wrapped a kerosene soaked sock around my neck to cure me. 😂True story.
🤣🤣🤣
Was watching Unsolved Mysteries back in the day to see a familiar church who had a healer monk attached to it. Come to find out it was my moms family parish & my Nan took my uncle to be cured of Nan earaches
@ IKR. Of course, it didn't work. But grandmomma was a farmer in N.C. Never teased her about it tho, I loved her more than my own parents.☮️
@@samanthab1923 That's amazing!
They wrapped a rubbing alcohol soaked bandana around my neck and put a stinky sauve on my chest. I can smell that stuff to this day! Yuck!
Born in 69. Had a chemistry set, electric train with bare wires, BB gun, lawn darts, and ride a bicycle without a helmet miles from home. I even started mowing the lawn when I was 8 using a push mower that required kicking a switch to turn off the engine and it didn’t have the safety shut off hand bar. Still have all my fingers and toes and am still alive. No trips to the hospital from accidents while a kid. Parents need to enable their child to perform household chores based upon age, maturity, and mental capacity. By the time they’re teenagers they should be able to mow the lawn, dust and mop the house, clean the bathroom, wash dishes, change their sheets, do laundry, and do at the very least stove and oven type cooking.
That’s survival bias. Plenty of kids absolutely died from those same activities.
@@ThunderStruck15 natural selection Darwin evolution.
@@sailordave1000 yeah but let them not be kids but adults. I’m not saying keep them here to fuck shit up for a very long time but it’s painful for any kid to die.
I was born in 97 and I did chores but mostly when I was a teenager since it was easier for me by then. I’ve some fine motor coordination issues that made some chores hard but I caught up by high school and could cook (but I am a terrible cook yet a good baker), make my bed, clean, etc just fine
@@yaelfeder9042 and protecting them from themselves has led to a generation of adults who are mentally children.
Gen X here, most of my toys could hurt me. I remember I had this "toy" catapult disguised as a football launcher. Looking back, it was a toy for lonely kids who's dads were too busy to play catch. Either way, I'm so lucky I never broke my arm trying to set that thing.
Before parents realized it was just easier to let the television raise us
I remember when all the playgrounds were covered in concrete, and the merry go round had a big hole in the middle like a donut. Kids would fall through it, and the kids pusing it wouldn't stop, they'd just do their best to step over you, but inevitably you'd get stomped on at least a little.
Ah yes, the "lonely kids" toys. Remember "Alphie the robot buddy?" How bout letting Teddy Ruskin read you a bed time story? (Guess those were early 80's. Close enough.)
@@themaggattack I remember the Alphie and Teddy Ruxpin but I was a little old for those. I had a 2XL robot who asked trivia questions. So yeah, anything as long as my parents didn't have to raise me. lol. I was allowed to watch as much TV as I wanted no matter what was on. Which was great as a kid but now that I'm almost 50, it's clear my parents were just glad I wasn't bugging them.
@@moonlily1 Yes, we had massive playground jimborines at school and we pushed our little bodies as hard as we could. Making death defying jumps and getting all banged up every recess every day and teachers encouraged it. lol
Brilliant routine with great material and perfect delivery.
Jen is so great. I love her stuff about her English raised child. Such a great comedic storyteller.
I didn't have a microwave as a kid and had to reheat stuff in a pan. The small pan, which was the perfect size for reheating an individual serving, was very thin. When it was empty, the weight of the handle made it tip. It being thin and me being 10, I scorched a lot of food. Cleaning it was a bear, so I left it to Mom. After some time, Mom got eventually had enough of my laziness and made me start cleaning it. I learned to heat up my food slowly so it wouldn't scorch so clean-up would be easier. Unfortunately, Mom appreciated my newly acquired dishwashing skill so much that I got to wash more than just that chipped, green pan with a black handle.
This was brilliant!
And I, too, don't mind being called ma'am.
My brother and I used to ride in the back of a packed moving van. Door closed, no light, boxes stacked up… we thought it was amazing. 😂
Sounds kinda fun.
My kids were born in 79, 80, and 84, respectively. To an Army veteran mom, and an active Army duty adoptive dad. To use the “ B” word ( bored) in our home would instantly earn them the assignment of reading a book of their choice, then following that up with a summary of that book. How many pages the summary entailed depended on the age of the offender. They learned not to be “bored” pretty quick.
Lol
I was born in ‘75. I had my first child in ‘94. My mother-in-law was worried about me breastfeeding. She said she was told only women from third world countries breastfeed because they don’t have access to formula. She had me eating steak and drinking milkshakes to make sure my milk was nutritious enough for the baby. All it did was make me constipated. My son was the healthiest and happiest baby the in-laws had ever seen. His height and weight were always off the charts. Literally, the growth charts the pediatrician used didn’t go up high enough for my eldest son. My MiL admitted I was right to follow my instincts.
I want to add that there is nothing wrong with formula. Formula is awesome and so are the mothers that choose formula for their babies. My son was big and healthy because that’s how he was built. It had nothing to do with the breastfeeding
Breastfeeding is the best you can do for your baby. It got all the right nutritions and is good for the immune system.
I would only use formula, if I cannot breastfeed my baby, for whatever reasons.
And to your mother: didn't she realise how stupid it is, to drink milk from another animal, because your milk could be not good enough? Why should the Cow milk be any better, than yours? Humans are no cows, the best milk for human babies is human milk, with all the good stuff humans need. I'm amazed how she didn't even realise the contradiction.
@@schokoloko2092
Breastfeeding isn’t the best you can feed your baby. Studies have shown there is no difference between breastfed and formula fed babies. The best things you can do for your babies is love them, hold them, and feed them whatever they can digest. My mother-in-law admitted she was wrong in thinking breastfeeding wasn’t as nutritious as formula. I have an older cousin that was allergic to breast milk, formula, and soy milk formula. He could only be fed Sprite when he was a baby. He grew up healthy with no problems. You can believe what you want about milk from other animals, but we love us some cow milk in my family. And goat cheese is something from the gods to be used in salads and pizza.
@@BigRedShadevil weird, all studies I have found say that breastfeeding is better for your child, and prevents Adipositas and diabetes. But surely you can give me the source of this Studie.
And individual cases are not representative.
@@schokoloko2092
Diabetes didn’t exist before formula? 🙄 There are benefits to breastfeeding, but they’re short term. Formula has saved the lives of billions of babies
@@BigRedShadevil no, of course not. Maybe I'm just phrasing it wrong because I'm not a native speaker.
Of course formula is good, for when you can't breastfeed for any reason.
But if you can choose, the vast majority of experts recommend breastfeeding. As I said before, I couldn't find a study showing otherwise.