so, i've been blessed with an extremely tolerant easy going baby. yes blessed, i take no credit for this just as i now do not blame mothers for their not so easy going babies-i am impressed by them and their patience. i have not had any MAJOR catastrophes on my outings with liam and therefore don't mind taking him with me most places. we go to target ALL the time, walks, the grocery store, friends houses, nature stores, baby stores, clothing stores-he's a trooper. sure my outings have become shorter and the purse is now a diaper bag/purse combo-my only possessions now being wallet and lip gloss-you know, the essentials.
it took me awhile before i left the house with him-about 8 weeks, but it's been relatively smooth sailing after the first run. had to nurse him in a bathroom stall while sitting on a gross toilet and then again in the car. lesson learned, don't leave home without a bottle. if you can nurse in public, power to you, i am not one of those people. i am also not one of those moms that can let their kid cry in public. i'm not talking about the obnoxious parents whose kid is screaming and they are completely oblivious aka don't care. i mean i can't stand it if he cries for a second. i want him to be immediately happy, and i'm a little embarrased. in all reality, most people are not going to care if you're making an effort to help your kid and realize it happens, especially other moms.
so, we're having a pleasant outing as usual. we buy him an outfit at macy's, buy his cousin an outfit, browse the shoe section, pick up some body wash-holy moly, i got $47 savings at the body shop! anyway, it's been a bit and am wondering if i'm pushing my luck, so i decide it's probably time to go back home being it's already 6:30, and that is usually bath time and straight to bed. so, we're walking, we're walking, and he gets "the face." now, i don't know if your kids have "the face" but i'm assuming most do. it's that face where they start looking at you a little helpless, lip might quiver a bit-let's call it the pre-cry face. only thing is, sometimes you're not quite sure which cry is coming at that point. i get a little panicked and start pushing the stroller a bit faster. at first this makes him happy-phew. nope, the face is back. ok, get milk. thank heavens for last second decision to bring bottle. commence drinking-not helping. crying ensues. oh shit, if milk doesn't help, we're screwed-we're at least 10 minutes from the car. at least it's the "i'm kinda overtired cry" and not the "i'm REALLY overtired cry."
at this point, i probably should have just taken him out of the stroller, sat down and gave him the milk until he fell asleep, but i was partly concerned that i'd have to put him back in the car seat and then would have no milk left if he continued crying. plus, i was a little irrational. so, i opt for the stroller jog while holding the bottle to his mouth. this is much harder than it sounds. i think the confusion of it all at least worked a bit as he was pretty distracted. we get to the elevator, (that i didn't knew existed until i had a stroller necessitating such a mode of transportation) and i am most likely frazzled looking hunched over stroller trying to feed bottle to crying baby. these people take no less than a lifetime to get out of the elevator clearly examining me, my baby, my stroller etc. on the way out-seriously? so, we get in the elevator for our long 1 flight journey, and the kid is now in awe, exit elevator, make it to car unscathed...and we're back to happy laughing baby? thanks for the fun kid.
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