Not Me! Monday

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* This past week, I most certainly did not let Nathan attempt to feed himself his bottle on our way to Gaffney for our ultrasound. He can only hold his own bottle while laying down right now - and doesn't understand the concept of holding it higher to get the formula... so I would never leave him semi-unsupervised in the back seat for a 30 minute drive, with a full bottle.

* On the drive to Gaffney, my son certainly didn't turn his bottle upside down beside him and then proceed to fall asleep while it slowly dripped out into the carseat. And when we finally got to Gaffney, I certainly didn't just notice then.

* I didn't have to pull over just before getting to the pregnancy center to change him in an empty parking lot. And he wasn't completely and utterly soaked with formula - straight through his diaper. No, not my son. I'd never let him do that.

* When we left the pregnancy center and headed to work, he did not wet himself through his clothes with his processed form of his formula (aka... pee pee!).... And I, being the always well prepared mother, certainly did not fail to pack a second set of emergency outfits... so I definitely did not let my son sit almost naked on the floor while I worked in the quiet & empty office.

*I instead was a prepared mama who acted on the brillant advice of her friend Jennifer, and packed an emergency bag of clothes/diaper/food to stay in the van at all times, just in case of times like this. And being the great prepared mom I am, I would have never packed that bag 2 months ago and still have it sitting in the nursery...

* When Nathan had a clean diaper on, and was evidently starving, I did not try to quickly feed him sweet potatoes so I could finish my work and get my naked son home as soon as possible. And I certainly would not have been in such a rush and so distracted by work that I would have allowed him to make a complete mess of himself while eating - something he honestly seldom does. At least somehow all the sweet potatoes managed to fall on him and really didn't get anything else.

* If I had let my son do that, I would have cleaned him up right away and as soon as I was done work, taken him home to get properly dressed. I certainly would not have left him naked and just wrapped him in my winter coat for the walk to the car when it was about 40 degrees & rainy outside. Nope, not I.

I'm not that kind of mom.

* And I can't forget Sunday... I most certainly would not have gotten Nathan up and dressed him just 10 minutes before needing to leave for church. And I ceratinly would not have been a picky mom who wanted him to wear khaki pants instead of cotton pants that were getting too small for him. I am always that mom who is on top of laundry, so I won't have only had 2 choices of pants to pick from that morning. And my husband would never have packed khakis as the emergency pair in his bag, and taken the bag to the van for us in preparation to leave. Which would have just left those shrinking cotton ones behind for Nathan to wear... I certainly wouldn't have taken the baby out to the van without his pants on, planning to get the khaki pants out of the bag (that was in the van) to put them on him when we arrived at church. And I certainly would not have had trouble putting them on him in the parking lot. So I would not have carried him into the church, pantless and wrapped in a blanket, while trying to carry a few other things as well. I would not have gotten to the nursery only to realize that I didn't have his pants. So I would not have gone back to retrace my steps and search the van, only to not find pants. I would not have sent Jacob on a second rescue mission for those pants. I would not have discovered, during staff prayer before the services, that the youth pastor found a pair of toddler khaki pants in the parking lot and had them in the youth room - maybe as a funny object lesson about being sure you wear your pants to church?!?!? If I had done all that, I'm not sure I'd ever live it down that I brought my son to church on a windy/cold morning, without pants.