We’re hosting family this week for Huck’s baby blessing, so we have been on the go! go! go! I have nursed in more trendy neighborhoods than I thought possible, it’s like we’re on a nursing tour of New York or something. And it has made me think fondly on those first few weeks, when leaving the house with Huck was a grand to-do, and I brought everything I owned in case I’d need it, and thinking Huck might be getting hungry was about the scariest proposition ever. Even getting down the block to pick up essentials from the pharmacy was a huge accomplishment.
These days, we are a mobile team, Huck and I. We nurse on the run, change nappies on all kinds of bathroom floors, play peek-a-boo on the subway, and catch cat naps in front-packs. At the end of a day of walking all over the city, we welcome the cramped quarters of a small apartment, where you don’t have to hardly walk at all to get from one corner to the other. (I think that’s how they can get away with these obnoxiously tiny apartments, now I think of it.)
After the jump, my essentials for an entire day out with a baby in the city without carrying the entire world with you, and a few sanity-saving tipperoonies.
Must-Have Number One: Comfortable shoes, a bag of snacks, and a bottle of water (for yo’self).
Must-Have Number Two: Five diapers, a pack of wipes, a gallon-size ziplock bag, and a pair or two of pajamas in case of major blow outs. Anything more and I’m wasting my precious arm strength.
I love to use dressing rooms at retail establishments when it’s time to feed and change the baby. I grab anything that looks remotely interesting, and ask for a handicap-accessible room. It’s private, you can sit down and take a breather, and it’s a good chance to check out the state of affairs on your head–inspect your lipgloss, smooth down some stray hairs . . . you know, Me Time. If I’m changing nappies, I make sure I’m as clean as possible in there, cause, yuck.
Must-Have Number Three: A blanket. We’ve used a blanket as a comfort item, a modesty cover for nursing, an extra layer of warmth on cold days, and as something to swaddle Huck in when it’s nap time (hooray for that stroller, I tell you what). It hasn’t happened yet, but I have this MacGyver-type fantasy of using the blanket as a makeshift pair of pants, should extreme poopage ever go down.
Must-Have Number If-You’re-Not-Breastfeeding: Formula/bottle essentials. I know nothing about this ’cause my Huck stubbornly refuses bottles (another time).
Must-Have Number Last: A toy for when the city has lost its luster. Preferably one that plays music. I’ve found that the more irritating the melody, the more your baby will love it. What is that about?
What are your on-the-go essentials? Have you ever fished around in your purse for your keys, only to come up with four pacifiers? (And your kid won’t even take a pacifier?!?)