I’m starting to learn the new mom ropes. I had a doctor’s appointment today in the city at 9:30am. So last night I did the math, which I could do now that I’ve been out a couple of times with Aria.
Steps to getting out of the house:
- Feed Aria: 35-60 minutes
- Change Aria twice (when she wakes up and before I put her in the car seat): 15 minutes
- Help Aria relax and fall asleep in the car seat: 10-30 minutes
- Check the diaper bag: 5 minutes
- Change of clothes
- Butt paste
- Nursing blanket
- Hand sanitizer
- Sterilized Pacifier
- Changing pad
- Washcloth (burp cloth)
- Nursing pillow (since I’ll be out most of the day)
- Water bottle
- Nursing pads
- Eat breakfast: 10 mins
- Take medicine: 1 min
- Use the restroom: 5 mins
- Get the baby to sleep again: 10 mins
- Take diaper bag and purse to car
- Turn on car to heat it up
- Bring baby to car
- Drive: 1 hour, 15 minutes
So, for my 9:30AM appointment, I started getting ready at 6AM!
I managed to only be ten minutes late. Success.
Let’s be clear, my exceptional planning was in no way a natural phenomenon.
Last week, with help from my brothers, I was 40 minutes late to an appointment I thought was last week, but was today. I had no change of clothes, no nursing cloth, no snacks, no burp cloth. So I was wholly unprepared to be in public for an appointment an hour away that wasn’t actually that day.
Welcome to being two weeks out from having just had a baby
(It was like that one time DH and I went camping without a shovel, kindling, or sleeping bag. I had to use one of my extra socks to get the fire going, since the only food I had brought was frozen sausages…)
Fortunately my y brothers thought to take me to Macy’s to rectify the situation. Then my brother explained all the steps to nursing in public. Who knew it would be so complicated?
But I did it and now I’m an old pro. You can take me anywhere. Game on!
So, funny story. I was feeling pretty good about myself until I realized I needed to change her diaper. In public. By myself.
I stared at all the stuff I’m lugging around:
Do I pack her and all that up and go to the bathroom OR do I change her diaper in the lobby of the medical center…
I must have looked utterly and completely bewildered because *five* strangers, one after the other, asked me if I was all right.
“New mother. Ha. Ha. No worries! Just, uh, figuring things out…” I told each of them.
One guy stopped instead of chuckling and moving on.
“What are you trying to figure out?” he asked.
“If I should go to the bathroom to change the diaper. Am I allowed to just do it here on the chair??”
“How old,” asked the gentleman.
“Three weeks…” I answered. Is that a long time or a short time? I’m not really sure anymore…
The man laughed a big hearty laugh. “If I had a baby three weeks old, I’d change her here!”
So I did. So much easier…