Melissa's Place

A "Mommy" sort of a Bad Day

I went to visit my good friend in Guelph on Saturday, even though Cole was fighting a cold and I was just recovering from one.

In fact, because of his congestion, Cole had not been "eating" as much. It is difficult to drink while one's nose is blocked. I hadn't realized just how much less he was drinking until my friend lifted Cole onto her lap and remarked, "Oh, are you hungry?" I remembering wondering what she had observed to make her say that since I had not seen Cole make any gesture which would indicate hunger to me. Then I looked down at my shirt and saw two ever-growing dark circles of milk. Oops.

My friend gracefully lent me a t-shirt and I had to stuff tissues down my bra to sop up the spillage. I tried to get Cole to drink but he was agitated and fussy. Finally, as if in explanation for his fussiness, he let out an enormous fart and I realized I had to change his diaper.

I lay him down on my friend's living room floor and plunged my hand into the diaper bag only to realize that all six of the diapers therein were a size too small. So-be-it, I had to make do and wrap one around my poor sick little man.

On my way home, I felt exhausted. I realized that my definition of a difficult day has really changed since November. Bad day equals leaky breasts and no diapers.