I'm standing in the card aisle of the local Tesco, holding a pastel-yellow envelope and aggressively crossing out a pre-printed poem about 'tiny toes and heavenly woes' with a biro. The cashier is staring at me. I don't care. I'm on a mission to save my best mate from the absolute drivel that people write in a baby shower card, mostly because I'm still traumatised by the things people wrote to us when we were expecting the twins.

Before our two girls arrived and permanently dismantled my dignity, my wife had a lovely baby shower. I was banished to the kitchen, where I hovered near the mini quiches and read the cards as she opened them. It was a horrifying glimpse into a world of enforced, unyielding optimism. Dozens of pieces of folded cardboard telling us to cherish every second, as if raising a child was a continuous spa break rather than a relentless hostage negotiation.

When you're staring down the barrel of the fourth trimester, you don't need a rhyming couplet about storks. You need someone to tell you that it's okay if you occasionally want to hide in the airing cupboard.

The tyranny of enforced joy

If you take away nothing else from my sleep-deprived ramblings, let it be this: never write the phrase 'enjoy every single minute' in a baby shower card message. It's a trap.

Our health visitor muttered something to us once about postpartum emotional dysregulation, which roughly translates in my imperfect understanding to crying uncontrollably because the Sainsbury's delivery driver substituted your specific brand of oat milk for the own-brand version. When you're running on three hours of fractured sleep, covered in a mysterious sticky substance that you desperately hope is just mashed banana, you're not enjoying the minute. You're merely surviving the minute.

Telling expectant parents to cherish the 3 AM nappy blowouts sets them up for an immense, crushing wave of guilt when they inevitably find themselves crying on the bathroom floor. Real support is giving them permission to absolutely hate the hard parts. Write something honest. Tell them, 'You're going to figure it out as you go, and it's perfectly fine if your house looks like it was recently burgled for the next six months.'

If you're attending a baby show or an elaborate gender reveal, just smile, hand over a massive box of wipes, and quietly tell the parents that they're allowed to complain to you whenever they want.

Offers of manual labour over vague platitudes

Most cards end with a breezy, 'Let's know if you need anything!' This is useless. Expecting a new parent to proactively text you to ask for help is like expecting a man on fire to casually ring the fire brigade to ask if they've a spare bucket.

Offers of manual labour over vague platitudes β€” How to Write a Baby Shower Card Without Sounding Delusional

Instead of telling them to sleep when the baby sleeps or fold laundry when the baby folds laundry, just bypass the advice entirely and offer concrete manual labour in your message. Make a specific, undeniable threat of assistance.

Write: 'I'll be coming over on Tuesday at 11 AM to hold the baby while you stare blankly at a wall for forty-five minutes.' Or perhaps: 'Text me your weirdest, most panic-inducing rash questions at 4 AM and I'll Google them so you don't have to look at WebMD.' We had a friend who simply wrote, 'I'm going to leave a lasagna on your porch and walk away without knocking.' We still speak of her in hushed, reverent tones.

If you want to bypass the High Street card aisles entirely and their terrible, glittery poems, you can grab a simple, textured Kianao Welcome To The World Card online, write your hyper-specific offer of help inside, and call it a day. It feels infinitely more personal than a musical card that plays a tinny version of 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' until the battery dies a slow, agonizing death.

Address both of the terrified people

Here's a minor rant: addressing the card solely to the mother. Yes, my wife did the incredibly heavy lifting of growing two human beings in her abdomen while I sat nearby eating crisps and looking sympathetic. I'm not disputing the biological imbalance of effort here. But the newborn phase is a team sport.

Unless one partner is specifically out of the picture, put both names on the envelope. I was there at 2 AM, desperately trying to measure out Calpol with a tiny plastic syringe while a two-month-old screamed with the intensity of a jet engine. I was there taking my turn walking the hallways, swaying like a drunken sailor to get them back to sleep. Both parents need the encouragement.

Oh, and the trend where people bring an obscure vintage children's book instead of a card and write a weirdly cryptic message on the title page? Let's just agree to stop doing that.

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Explaining why you bought the weird thing you bought

The best trick I ever learned for figuring out what to write in a baby shower card is to just explain your gift. It takes up space on the page, makes you look incredibly thoughtful, and prevents you from having to invent sentimental fluff.

Explaining why you bought the weird thing you bought β€” How to Write a Baby Shower Card Without Sounding Delusional

Take, for instance, my absolute favourite item we received: a high-quality cotton blanket. I buy the Organic Cotton Baby Blanket in the Calming Gray Whale Pattern for every baby shower I go to now. When I write the card, I tell them the absolute truth: 'I bought you this specific blanket because when our twins were actively rejecting the concept of sleep, the double-layer organic cotton somehow absorbed an unprecedented volume of spit-up on a Tuesday afternoon, while those serene little gray whales seemed to mock my absolute lack of calm.'

It's breathable, it apparently stops them from overheating (though the science of baby thermoregulation is something I only vaguely pretend to understand when nodding at the GP), and it holds up in the wash when you're doing laundry at midnight. You tell them you bought it to act as a stylish shield against bodily fluids. They will appreciate the honesty.

Or maybe you're buying clothes. I usually size up, because parents are absolutely drowning in tiny newborn sizes that fit for roughly four days before the baby suddenly expands like a sponge in water. I'll grab the Long Sleeve Organic Baby Romper Henley in a 6-9 month size. Is it a life-altering garment? No, it's just a decent piece of clothing. But it has three buttons at the top, which I'll explicitly point out in the card: 'I bought this because when your baby is having a meltdown, slipping a wide-necked henley over their wobbly head is mildly less traumatic than fighting with a standard bodysuit.'

If you're going for something aesthetic, like the Wild Western Play Gym Set, you can lean into the humour of it. My health visitor loosely implied that contrasting materials like wood and crochet are good for 'tactile discrimination.' I'm fairly certain this just means the baby will vigorously try to gum the wooden buffalo while ignoring the carefully crocheted horse.

So in the card, you write: 'I got you this wooden baby gym because it won't make your living room look like a plastic explosion, and the wooden cactus provides excellent resistance for when the teething starts and your child turns into a small, angry beaver.'

The golden rule: keep it aggressively normal

Parenting books (specifically page 47 of the one my wife bought) suggest you remain a 'calm, grounding presence' for your newborn. This is hilarious. You're not a grounding presence; you're a deeply panicked amateur trying to keep a tiny dictator alive.

When you're writing that baby shower card message, channel the voice of a fellow survivor. Write the card you'd want to read at 4 AM when you haven't showered in three days. Skip the poetry. Skip the pristine, unattainable joy. Give them a laugh, give them a practical offer of help, and remind them that no matter how many times they accidentally put a nappy on backwards in the dark, they're doing just fine.

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Messy, Unsolicited FAQs About Baby Shower Cards

Do I've to buy an expensive musical card?

Absolutely not. Please don't do this to them. The first time that card gets opened, it's cute. The fourteenth time it accidentally gets bumped in the middle of the night and starts blasting a tinny, robotic lullaby while the baby is finally sleeping, the parents will curse your name. A simple, quiet piece of paper is a gift in itself.

What if I don't know the baby's gender yet?

This is honestly a blessing because it forces you to stop writing weirdly gendered cliches about 'little princesses' or 'cheeky chaps.' Just refer to the kid as 'the new addition,' 'your tiny roommate,' or 'the upcoming sleep thief.' Keep the focus entirely on the parents and the fact that their lives are about to change forever.

Can I just write 'Good luck' and sign my name?

I mean, you could, but it reads a bit like an ominous warning from a villain in a spy film. If you're completely stuck, write: 'So excited for you both. I've absolutely no advice, but I'm an excellent listener and I promise to bring coffee whenever you summon me.' It's low-effort but highly works well.

Should I include parenting advice in the card?

Only if your advice is directly related to ordering takeaway or forgiving themselves for watching too much reality TV while trapped under a sleeping infant. Any actual medical or sleep training advice should be strictly withheld. They're about to receive a mountain of conflicting, terrifying advice from their mothers-in-law and strangers at the bus stop. Be the one person who just says, 'You'll figure it out.'

Is it okay to swear in a baby shower card?

Depends entirely on your mates. If they're the sort of people who appreciate a bit of dark humour, a well-placed, entirely appropriate curse word about the realities of childbirth or sleep deprivation can be a breath of fresh air amidst a sea of pastel-coloured, sanitised greetings. Read the room, but generally, mild profanity in the name of solidarity goes down a storm.