A Guest Post by Pink Pear Bear
The series all about the parenting fails that prove there really is no manual for this job.
This weeks guest post comes from Louise who blogs at Pink Pear Bear. Do you remember how scary it was leaving the house for the first time with you new born baby? My first few outings were pretty much disasters and huge learning curves, like the fact you really do need to take everything with you and prepare for every eventuality!
The First Outing
So my story begins, as many epic tales do*, in a well known British supermarket. My darling girl was brand new. I’m talking mere weeks old and we were on an emergency trip. My sweet little baby had arrived far larger then expected. She was long, really long, before she’d even made it out, the midwife asked what size clothes we’d bought in for her and told us we may as well put the gorgeous newborn outfit I’d lovingly washed and ironed, (along with 20 or so other teeny outfits), back in the bag and keep out the one last minute, just in case 0-3 outfit I’d shoved in last minute. (Fyi this is the last time I ironed anything! In fact, my daughter aged around 4 actually asked my friend what her ironing board was! Oh the shame!)
Oh lookit!! My 2 babies! He has been her best friend from day 1, he would even lie with his head on my bump before she arrived.
So, once home, we realised we had a problem. My gorgeous babe was too long for everything we’d bought her and we lived in remote Wales and so had no access to baby clothes. We had resorted to cutting off the feet of the gros and putting socks on, it looked pretty bad!
Cut offs and socks, not a good look on anyone! 😀
So we packed up the car, the baby, the buggy, the kitchen sink and the baby bag I’d packed in preparation of her arrival some weeks, possibly months, (first baby!), before.
It was an hour and a half to the nearest supermarket. This was no teeny shop, it was a big one, a truly exciting superstore. I’m pretty sure we had to stop on the way to feed. It was a stressful journey I remember. We arrived, set up the buggy and lifted my darling girl from her seat. And realised that she had expelled the feed in dramatic fashion as only newborns can do. The car seat was full of it and it was up the back, out the sides and on the windows. (This is an exaggeration of my faded memory I’m sure! 😉 ) I decided to take her in and sort her out. It was December and freezing cold and she hated being naked at the best of times, I had no doubt that she would be most unimpressed with the indignity of being stripped off in the back of a cold car. Plus I was a newbie. It would be sometime before I would be adept at changing a baby on my lap, in an aeroplane toilet or with the wriggly little monster standing up.
I made a beeline for the (only!!!), baby change. A stinky corner of the disabled toilet. My little dot starting to become very aware of her empty tummy and poo ridden clothes. I got everything out of the bag ready, we were only using cotton wool and water as we’d been told, so I filled up the little pot with water and got the cotton wool ready. She was really unhappy now. Her piercing wails spearing my heart and telling my novice boobs to ready themselves. The stress and hormones meant I was starting to sweat even before I heard the queue forming.
I stripped her down and tried to get the worst of it off with my tiny bits of useless cotton wool, I could hear the queue becoming disgruntled even over the ear splitting screams and my stress levels were rocketing. I ended up washing her in the sink and hastily trying to dry her with fluffy bits of cotton wool which ended up sticking to her damp bottom, making her look like an angry little rabbit. I got her into a fresh nappy and then decided to try and feed her.
This was the worst idea I’d ever had. We were new to feeding, I needed somewhere calm and quiet to sit and mess around with the latch we had yet to perfect, and perched on a toilet lid with a frustrated hungry newborn, my let down out of control and the voices of some very irritated people outside was one of the worst moments of my life.
I decided to abandon my plan and get back to the car. By this point I was near tears. I knew I needed to get her into her outfit as it was December in Britain and I needed to go outside to get to the car park. I got the outfit out and realised with abject horror that I had packed the bag pre-giant baby arrival. I only had a new born suit!
So I left that toilet, sweat pouring, boobs leaking, buggy loaded with bag with bits of fluff and poo stained clothing poking out, near to tears and carrying a screaming baby whose long mottled purple legs were hanging out of the suit that was flapping off her. I tried not to meet anyone’s eye and raced to find my husband, beside myself with distress. He gave me the car keys, took the buggy and I legged it to the car.
Half an hour later, she was fed, my hubby had returned to the car with a new wardrobe for her and a cuppa and a chocolate bar for me and my (relative!) sanity had been restored.
Moral of the story; don’t be organised and do things in advance! 😉
Of course we got over this little hiccup!! 😀
*This is not true, I doubt any epic tales begin in supermarkets! 😀
About Louise: My name is Louise and I am Mama to two gorgeous kiddies aged 5 and 3. I have been with my gorgeous hubby for 13 years, married for 7 and we live in Gloucestershire, UK. I can be mostly found making cakes, eating cakes and doing the crafts at playgroup when small boy has wandered off. I also love tea, castles, nights out, (although it takes me far too long to recover now!), laughing with my friends, running, chocolate, crochet, drawing and tattoos. When I get the chance, I love being outdoors, camping, travelling, reading, oh, and writing of course!!
How did your first outing with your newborn go?
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