Last night I ate dinner in the bathroom. Yes, the bathroom…and it was kind of by choice.
As I sat at the dinner table being fed on and feeding myself I had the urge. Being less than a month post partum I do not like to wait too long to take care of such business as a sudden sneeze, burst of laughter or unexpected jumping up and down session could lead to minor puddles. So I picked up my nursing babe and off to the bathroom I went (exciting life I know).
I lovingly placed Journey on our bathmat, it was clean, for the most part, and did what needed to done.
She lay there, calmly, happy, entranced by our shower curtain and my heart leapt. She was not needing to nurse, I was needing to eat. My food was waiting for me at the table but if I brought her back would she take away the opportunity to enjoy it with two hands? And Mums, we know how sacred the chance is to eat dinner with a knife AND fork…or any utensils at all for that matter. So dinner was brought to her.
Sitting on our bathroom step, soaking in the view of baby babbling to bathtub, I ate. Her fussing began as I treasured my last forkful and then scooped up plate and little one and exited our bathroom.
End dinner scene.
Are their situations in which you have made quick decisions that normally would not be your first choice…wait…isn’t that most decisions we make for ourselves once we become mothers haha 🙂
Have a great week!