Yesterday, I planned our morning routine around you and I going out. We needed groceries and since you and Daddy and I were out at the Grandma's all weekend, our fridge was seriously lacking (someday you'll understand what the words "food" and "fridge" mean, but for now, little boy, you just sick to your milkies). Poor Daddy was going to have to go out and get the groceries after working all day, so I decided that you and I could at least try and do it.
Why, exactly, was it a big deal that you and I went out to the store you might ask? Well, my lovely little one, this trip was our first trip just the two of us. Ever since your birth (it's been 5 weeks now!), we've had someone with us everywhere we've gone. The doctors didn't want Momma to lift anything heavier than you (out of respect to my c-section incision), so up until this point, lifting my wheelchair in and out of the car has been out of the question.
Before you were born, my little man, Momma would go out and about by herself. I would hop to the back of the car and take my wheel chair in and out (I'm buff!) and I've actually done it in a high-heel, too, but that's just Momma bragging now. Seriously though, I really took pride in my independence despite my disability and it's been very hard on Momma not being able to get out of the house without assistance.
Since my incision has healed up nicely and I've been able to do pretty much all of my normal activity without any pain at all, I figured that it was safe for us to try this adventure. I made sure he had a huge "lunch" and was passed out before we took off. I packed his diaper bag - extra diapers, wipes, a binky, binky wipes, hand sanitizer, two changes of clothes, our Panda Pouch, my wallet, keys and phone. Oh dear God, what was I getting myself into?! What if you have an explosive poop and, and... you get you poo all over me and we have to go home with no groceries? What if your pre-trip boob-feast wasn't enough and you start screaming bloody murder in the middle of our trip? What if I can't handle holding you in the Panda, pushing myself in my chair AND pushing the cart like I normally do? What if, heaven forbid, you fall out of the carrier and the whole store screams at me for being a shitty mother. OH GOD.
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You slept the whole time.
I got everything on my list.
I forgot the brown basamati rice. (Drat!)
I spent $170 and it felt GOOD.
I felt like a Superhero!
We did it, Squiddy!
Just the two of us.
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