Banished

Today my mother-in-law finally left and -- although I thank her profusely for the meals and laungry and somewhat less so for the unsolicited advice -- I was pleased to have my life and my baby to myself for the first time in quite awhile.

I have decided to start pumping an occasional bottle's worth of milk so G. can take part in feedings/give my poor boobies a break. So we ventured out to baby superstore Buy Buy Baby (way better than Babies R Us, if you're lucky enough to have one), in search of freezer bags and the like. Although initially she seemed game, 5 minutes into the adventure (one of our first on our own) little L decided to start wailing. And believe you me, she can really work those lungs! Now, it's a baby store, so I didn't sweat it. Figured everyone there would certainly understand. I was going about my business choosing freezer bags when an employee rushed over to me and asked, "May I help you ma'am?" I decided to pretend my baby wasn't crying and said "I'm fine, thanks." Politely but *rather* firmly, I would say, she said (not asked), "May I please escort you to the nursing room?" AHHH, the nursing room! Brilliant!

Once I got over my (mild) embarassment at my baby and me being banished from the showroom floor, I admit I was quite grateful for the nursing -- as was baby L -- indeed!