February 24, 2015

I promise I didn't give birth to my baby in a bathroom stall…..

I consider myself to be a good juggler at this game of life. Having 3 kids and a business, I have gotten very good at multitasking and I'm always up for a challenge. However, on this particular night, there was a 5 car pile up so-to-speak that got the best of me.

My youngest daughter Hadley was about 3 weeks old, My oldest Jake was 5, and my middle daughter Emmerson was 2 1/2 (and in the middle of being potty trained). Also with me, was my boyfriends second youngest who was 6. We were headed to a charity basketball game for the Patriots players both current and retired. I felt good, I had the kids in their PJ's so they could be easily transported to bed after the game, I brought snacks in my diaper bag,  and I was wearing my new purple skinny jeans (colored skinny jeans were "in" then) and this was a night out without maternity clothes!

Hadley was all of 9 lbs at the time so I just held her, no stroller, no Bjorn, a decision I came to soon regret. My 2 year old was dancing to the music and having a great time, but It turned quickly.  When out of the corner of my eye I saw a basketball go flying past my head and hit a man on the head. Seconds later, I see a puddle form.  Emmerson had wet her pants in the stands.

So, I gather the 3 kids and my 3 week old. Not that she needed to be gathered, she was soaking wet in my arms from the pool of sweat that formed in knowing that my 2 year old was unzipping into her vicious self and I needed to go perform and exorcism in the bathroom, as well as a clean-up.

I marched the kids in the bathroom. I had my 2 year old on the potty and she needed to be wiped, but I had my 3 week old in my arms. I couldn't very well have my 5 year old hold her nor could I have a random  stranger hold her either. I tried to maneuver and do both, but I almost dropped my baby. I looked on the door and saw my Diaper bag hanging from the hook. It was the only viable option.  I put the bag on the floor and I stuck Hadley in the bag, I wiped Emmerson and I turned around to pull Hadley out of the bag but she wasn't in the bag. The bag had tipped over and she was face down on the bathroom floor. My brand new baby, on the dirty bathroom floor. I won't even start on the fact that I am a total germaphobe. I can only imagine what the people walking in must have thought.

Hadley will lick the wall at the pediatricians office or most recently licked a chair at the food court at Disney. I blame myself.

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