tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845384595164369254.post1541260375575151848..comments2023-10-26T08:57:19.840-06:00Comments on Bionic Briana: the First of Three.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15412449261458062656noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845384595164369254.post-81052177442373139692012-04-11T13:01:36.685-06:002012-04-11T13:01:36.685-06:00Oh yes, I remember a first outing with you as an i...Oh yes, I remember a first outing with you as an infant. We were going to visit your daddy at his office. Got you all dressed up, me dressed up and ??? diaper explosion! Had to change us both. After that, we added extra time to get to our destinations, extra diapers and an extra outfit ... just in case.Grandma Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07320163238589678923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845384595164369254.post-57167824714603106712012-04-09T16:38:09.530-06:002012-04-09T16:38:09.530-06:00Forgetting a diaper is like some sort of new mom i...Forgetting a diaper is like some sort of new mom initiation thing I'm sure :)Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17894387418404497746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845384595164369254.post-71084380576397568292012-04-09T06:21:26.180-06:002012-04-09T06:21:26.180-06:00Oh yes, been there, done that. And I got worse as...Oh yes, been there, done that. And I got worse as my son got older- I'd think I saw a pattern or a schedule and would venture out without a bottle, nursing bra, diaper, blankie, you-name-it, only to be proven wrong at the worst possible moment. The heartbreaking guilty feeling never really goes away, but you do learn to laugh at yourself through it. Promise.Margiehttp://themarathonyear.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845384595164369254.post-42617449915524419252012-04-08T16:40:03.009-06:002012-04-08T16:40:03.009-06:00yep, we've totally done this. And it doesn'...yep, we've totally done this. And it doesn't seem to get better as the weeks go on, there'll still be days when you forget stuff. Friday afternoon Lulu & I went to watch Nick at the mountain bike downhill comp. It was about 10mins out of town on a dirt road that my car was not four-wheel drive enough to drive along so we had to get a lift in to where the event was. About 20 mins after we got there Lulu started screaming. She was all wet, through her clothes (how do they know to do this when we're out?) <br /><br />She was still crying after the change so, I went to mix some formula & realised I hadn't packed any teets for the bottles. So frustrating having enough formula, bottles, water but no teets. So I tried to breastfeed her, which she had done happily earlier that morning. Nope didn't want to this time, not to mention that she rarely breastfeeds at home, let alone in public, but you're right, when they're screaming you'll try anything. I ended up cup feeding her the formula, which she took ok. It was pretty messy, she still wasn't settled and we ended up leaving not long after that. As soon as we were in the car heading home she fell asleep. My friend, who I was with, ended up coming back to my house & cleaning my kitchen while I bathed & fed Lulu, then poured me the biggest glass of gin & tonic. Good friends are gold.Allihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07235616558848224272noreply@blogger.com