I had the chance to spend the weekend with Baby M. Just the two of us. We were nannyless for the week because she had to head home to visit her mother. So, we went to the mall for some shopping fun.
Baby M was good the whole morning. She didn't make a fuss when I fed her breakfast, or when I fed her her daily vitamins. She didn't even make a fuss all the way to lunch. She even gave me the chance to catch up with a girlfriend over lunch. Hubby didn't join us until later. He wasn't feeling well.
We were chatting away over sushi and unbelievably oily pasta at Urban Kitchen, until Baby M started making her "poopy" face. It was time.
I fled to the changing room with Milla who volunteered to come (note: I seriously didn't make her go). Baby M had done some serious business. It was like opening a can of worms. It was literally everywhere, ready to take on the world. And Baby M just wouldn't lay still the entire time.
So there we were, with baby crap all around us. And a baby who just wouldn't cooperate.
I ended up washing her on the sink, wasting away baby wipes as if they grow on trees, and laughing with my girlfriend all the way. Baby M looked content, tho.
It was an experience that made me realize that I'm seriously not made for this mommyhood thing. But I'll get there. One crappy nappy at a time.