I work for an agency that sends mothers' helpers to new moms and ones that are recuperating from surgery or just plain overworked. Recently, I could have used my own services!
My newborn twins were waking up every two hours and my three year old learned how to use the telephone to call 911. One day, my husband came home and I ran out yelling something about heading to the grocery store for diapers and apple juice.
I headed to the local grocery, not realizing that I didn't even have a bra on and my full breasts were beginning to leak until the cool air of the refrigerated case hit my chest. I grabbed my cart and rush to the check out.
Unfortunately, the line was very long at the 10 items or less so I decided to try the new self check out. Just as I was swiping the bottle of juice over the scanner, a tiny old lady approached me.
"I'm sorry, honey, but you have my cart." she said.
"No, I don't." I snapped as more milk began running down my chest.
She reached forward and tried to look in the cart. Just then, a baby somewhere in the store cried and "let down" happen unleasing my milk at full spray. I yank the cart away, swiped my diapers, ran the credit card through the scanner and fled the store.
Arriving home with my t-shirt completely soaked through, I dumped the bags, grabbed my babies and sat down for tandem nursing.
Only when the twins were sated, did I see my husband staring at me puzzled as he held up a package of Depends Adult diapers.
I had taken her cart.
My newborn twins were waking up every two hours and my three year old learned how to use the telephone to call 911. One day, my husband came home and I ran out yelling something about heading to the grocery store for diapers and apple juice.
I headed to the local grocery, not realizing that I didn't even have a bra on and my full breasts were beginning to leak until the cool air of the refrigerated case hit my chest. I grabbed my cart and rush to the check out.
Unfortunately, the line was very long at the 10 items or less so I decided to try the new self check out. Just as I was swiping the bottle of juice over the scanner, a tiny old lady approached me.
"I'm sorry, honey, but you have my cart." she said.
"No, I don't." I snapped as more milk began running down my chest.
She reached forward and tried to look in the cart. Just then, a baby somewhere in the store cried and "let down" happen unleasing my milk at full spray. I yank the cart away, swiped my diapers, ran the credit card through the scanner and fled the store.
Arriving home with my t-shirt completely soaked through, I dumped the bags, grabbed my babies and sat down for tandem nursing.
Only when the twins were sated, did I see my husband staring at me puzzled as he held up a package of Depends Adult diapers.
I had taken her cart.
