You know you’re a rookie mom when you…
It was cool, crisp early December day. One of those days I needed to get out of the house for some fresh air. There was a new cafe that had opened in town and with the promise of delicious cupcakes, I set out on my way. The walk to the cafe was about a mile long. As soon as we arrived I placed my order (soup & a grilled cheese sandwich) and found a spot to sit. I took Meredith out of her Bundleme in the stroller to realize she needed a diaper change. I grabbed her diaper bag and headed to the bathroom only to realize there was no changing station. This was problem #1. I had no choice, but to lay down her changing pad on the bathroom floor (gag) and change her then and there. As you've probably guessed by now, this diaper wasn't simply wet and as I pulled it off I realized she had a bit of an explosion. This was problem #2. But, no big deal, right? I reach in her diaper bag for a fresh diaper only to realize I am out of clean ones. Crap! Pun intended! While I'm was at it, I fished around for a fresh outfit only to realize I hadn't packed one. Crap! Problems #3 and #4.
At this point I'm squatting on the dirty floor of a public bathroom with a little poopy baby balanced precariously on her not-quite-big-enough changing pad. Convinced I couldn't possibly have forgotten both a diaper and an outfit, I kept digging around and uncovered... a feminine pad. Trying to be resourceful, I stuck the pad to her dirty white onsie, snapped her up and headed out of the bathroom.
Because I ordered soup, which wasn't easily transportable, I sat and