Went to a mom and baby class thing today. Just for new moms and babies to chat and such. Good way to get out of the house. Twas interesting. DH went along though he couldn't attend but I didn't want to go alone yet. So he ran errands.
I get in and bump the car seat on the door, a chair, and kinda roughly set it down when I pick a spot. Doing great, mom. Still navigating this carrying a car seat + diaper bag thing. People are still coming in and child decides you know what, I know you just fed me before we left 30 minutes ago, but I could really go for a snack, you know? Ughhhhhhhh. Ugh. Fine. Ok. Let's do this. Class starts and they're talking about stuff, whatever. Lady next to me has a baby girl a few weeks older who is intently watching my kid eat. Think she developed a crush on my handsome boy due to him having a full head of hair among all these other bald boys. Later in class when I was standing behind her and her mom (cause my kid was losing his ****), she reached out a hand to baby CG. Definitely love.
Anyway, we get done eating and I see the diaper is dirty. Fine. Let's go do that too and then you'll sleep and I can actually listen. They have a scale by the changing area so I plop baby CG on and sort of loudly go "holy ****" at this chunk. Some of it was diaper but geez kid, I know they say babies can't overeat but I think he's trying to be the first. Breaking barriers and all that. Guess I can stop worrying about losing all my muscle mass. My biceps are going to be niiiiiiice.
So we crawl back around to sit - room was very full and like 3 moms had to move car seats to let me through - and settle in. Baby is looking very woke and not nap-like as I had hoped. I bounce and hold him and within 10 minutes I give up and feed him, again. Then we sit on my lap. Five minutes later FLPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT. He emptied his diaper, again. And loudly. The mom next to me "that was a good one". Yes, yes it was. So good that I was extremely concerned about lifting him up because I felt the force and believed I may now be wearing it. But I was good. However, I get to go crawling back over to change him again. While there, I note that the pieces of like, wax? tissue? paper they give you to set baby on while changing are nice but not padded or anything. Kinda hard surface to change baby on. As I think this, I realize that those papers are for setting on the baby scale. For diaper changing, you're expected to bring over your changing pad. Like the one in my diaper bag. Back over at my chair. Derp. Back to the chair we go, freshly diapered and surely finally content, right? Nope. We start crying. Not cute cries. Loud cries. The other moms giving sympathetic glances while going "can you repeat that" because despite his small size, baby CG filled that decent sized room with his voice.
I'm now standing in a corner trying to figure out why the hell this kid is still crying and fussy. He keeps getting angrier. Finally give up and decide to try feeding AGAIN. Bingo, still hungry. Now I'm that mom who let her kid cry and cry when he was clearly starving to death. Proceeds to eat for the rest of class and finally falls asleep as I have to put him back in his car seat. Which of course, wakes him up. Was inside for a whole 80 minutes. We ate three times and pooped twice. I leave the room and text DH that I'm ready. Notice there is poop under my nail. Don't worry, I went and washed my hands before leaving then.
Now baby is happily asleep at home. If I go next week, I'm on my own, no DH!
