Dummies. I said nonononoNO. Then at two weeks DS started to suck on my finger for comfort. My finger, no one else's finger. So it was either get the kid a dummy or chop off my finger. I chose the least painful. (Although I imagine that remains to be seen when we try to wean him off it.)
I was adamant that DS would always sleep in his own bed. HA! He spends most of his time in his bed but if he wakes at 5am and I can't be bothered getting up every five minutes to stick his dummy back in, I'll just bring him into bed with us. It usually gives me an extra hour of sleep, so huzzah!
Junk food before the age of one. DS steals food from everyone. I do try to make sure he shoves the healthiest thing in his mouth ... Also, prepackaged baby food. Not for my baby! I was gonna be homemade mama! Sometimes I barely have time to shower, let alone cook. Raffertys all the way, baby!
No daycare until bub turned 1 and I went back to study or work. I sent him off to my mum's for one day (she does FDC) when he was 5 months and he loved it so much I enrolled him the next day. Turns out DS is a social butterfly. Who knew? And bonus - I get to clean the apartment and catch up on a week's worth of laundry. Very exciting.
I also had plans to be the perfectly patient zen mummy. So much for that.