Last week, I made my first attempt to leave the house with Jo (baby Joanna) all.by.myself (besides the time we went to her second pediatrician appointment and she pooped all over the blanket - the doc literally helped me clean up her poop). Needless to say, it took almost 2 weeks for me to build up the courage and leave the house with her again, alone.
When you're a new mom, leaving the house for the first time alone sounds like a big deal. Like seriously, leaving the house pre-baby was a pretty big deal - I had to shower, get dressed, do something with my hair and put on my makeup. Then, I had to figure out why I was leaving the house, make a list so I don't drive around aimlessly and make sure I had my purse loaded with whatever essentials I need. It took me years to develop this routine of efficiency! And literally overnight, we have to develop a new routine with baby and this was my attempt...
With baby: skip the AM shower (I've switched to PM showers when daddy is home), pull the hair back in a pony tail (ain't no one got time for all that hair stylin' anymore) and put on a little bit of powder and black eyeliner to cover up the I'm so tired look. Then, we start the fun stuff... and this is basically how my morning went once I got through 1, 2, 3 steps of me "getting ready" while she sat in her chair.
Change Jo's diaper, change her onsie that was just spit-up on while I was getting dressed and feed her. My thought process:
A - I don't want her to cry in her car seat because she has a dirty diaper
B - I don't want her to smell like dry breast milk in 2 hours
C - I don't want her to cry in her car seat because she is hungry, so let's "top her off" or fill 'er up!
And the above steps worked perfectly! Now the fun stuff - how do I get the diaper bag, car seat, purse, essentials listed above and my water cup into the car? ...without leaving the baby unsupervised? Thought to self: If she is strapped to her car seat, she is safe? Maybe the dogs can keep a 60-second eye on her while I load the diaper bag, purse and essentials in the car. Seriously, I don't know what the correct answer is here but I ran through the scenario in my head 5 times and there is no way that I can load all of that stuff in the car with a baby in my hands. I can barely get milk out of the fridge and poured into a cup while holding her bopping head!
So, we made it out of the house. Only 20 minutes after my original "goal time" so it wasn't that bad. But then, 10 down the street... the tire pressure indicator light came on in the car! After an attempt of checking the tires and adding air at the gas station - I gave up and drove to the Mazda dealership (all while Jo was sleeping in the back seat). I couldn't figure out how to get the indicator light to turn off and there was no way I was driving 1hr solo with a newborn and that indicator light on... so we drove to the Mazda dealership.
It's was definitely God's plan that I didn't know how to turn off the indicator light (which ended up being a little button left of the steering wheel). I pulled into the service department and my rear tire had a NAIL IN IT! Well, it looks like we were spending the afternoon at the dealership.. or at least a few hours. And this worked out in my favor as well because I had my first breast-feeding-in-public experience (and Jo had her first diaper change in public experience, this time she didn't poop on her blanket... whoosah!). I found a corner of the dealership tucked behind a vending machine where I could cover-up with a blanket and whip out the bam bams. As my first experience doing this in public, it was a nice calm environment. But I quickly realized that I need to work on my upper body strength. Once I get cleared from the doctor to exercise again (13 days and counting!), I'm going to start using those 5lb weights!
Anyways, this was my view for the duration of that dealership feeding and changing experience...
And you can imagine what we did after we left there? Went home and took a nap!