Skip to main content

How You Know You're Ready to Leave the Apartment When You Have a Baby

Over the past few months, I've noticed that there are several universal truths about leaving the apartment with a baby(or, at least, universal to me).  

The Baby

1. The baby must have some sort of food on his face and/or in his hair which you won't notice until you are far away from any sort of potential cleanser.

2. His outfit must have a stain or a rip, particularly one in a delicate location.

3. He must be all smiles on the way out the door because he is going to poopslode as soon as you reach your destination.

You

4. You must have some food/milk/formula in at least two places on your body, and one of them must be in a delicate location.

5. Your nursing bra must be unstrapped and/or showing.

6. Some element of personal hygiene is lacking (in my case, rat's nest hair).

The Stroller

7. The storage basket must be full of whatever you purchased yesterday but failed to unload.

8. The diaper bag has an extra diaper but it is either one size too small or a swim diaper which renders it useless. 

9. The stroller does not contain your phone/keys/wallet.

And, most importantly...

10.  You must remember the baby!  


Oh, Mom.  

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Dana's Birth Story: Part 1

Dana is three   seven ! months old and it is SO hard to believe how speedily these last 12   28 weeks have gone by.  It is such a joy to have her here, and she is the sprinkles  on what was already quite the delicious cupcake of a family.  Both being from families of three kids, we had planned on having three kids from the beginning.  There was some negotiations along the way, especially since having three kids in the suburbs is VERY different from having three kids in the city, but one of us finally convinced the other to GO THE DISTANCE and here we are. This birth story actually starts with Seth's birth story.  I had placenta previa with Seth which led to a very scary hemorrhage situation, but luckily we both escaped relatively unscathed except for a lot of anxiety with a side of PTSD on my part and a strong stubborn streak on Seth's part.  When I consulted with my OB before getting pregnant this time, I was told that there was like a 3.875%...

Dana's Birth Story: Part 2

When we last left off, I had just been told that I might want to abort the pregnancy due to suspected placenta accreta. Hot times! Pregnant in the background! There are many  things I do not like about living in a large city. Noise. Lack of open fields of wildflowers. The smell of garbage in the summer.  However, lack of access to medical care is not one of these problems.  After doing some frantic googling, I decided that I would consult a high risk OB/GYN to see what they had to say about my hungry placenta. I scheduled an appointment for a second opinion for which I had to wait a week. What a long week that was!  The doctor that I was referred to was a balding Israeli who I had to work really hard to make laugh (always my goal in any medical appointment). Upon reviewing my ultrasound, he said he was not even sure I had placenta accreta and that even if I did have it, there were measures that could be taken to prevent the worst case scenario.  ...

Happy and Healthy: Part 1 - (It's really all about the clothes.)

Whenever people asked me whether I wanted to have a boy or a girl while carrying Leo and Seth, I usually said, we don't care, we just want a baby who is happy and healthy!  Sometimes I would say, there are pluses and minus to both!  Rarely did I say what I was actually thinking: that a baby's biological gender doesn't say anything for certain about the personality of that child or even necessarily about the gender that they will eventually identify as. Because most people see this answer as crazy-pants-hippie-talk. Don't get me wrong - there are certainly stereotypical boy and girl traits that are embodied by many boys and girls.  These are stereotypes for a reason - they are common.  We all know what these traits are: boys are tough, girls are gentle.  Boys love trucks, girls love dolls.  The list goes on.  When people ask "Boy or girl?", I am sure that these are the traits that they are picturing.  These expectations, though, feel wrong to...