Monday, June 22, 2009

Busch Gardens Horror Story

I wanted to keep this separate from the pics because it truly is horrifying. Mothers who are faint of heart, you may want to skip this. Also, mothers who are very judgemental, you should skip it too because I don't want you talking about me behind my back.

So Sunday morning, I get up early to get ready. I make a bunch of little Platex nurser bottles with the exact amount of water, not a drop more, and throw those in the diaper bag. I fill our little canister divider with the perfect measured amount of formula. I pack snacks, changes of clothes, diapers, wipes, sippie cups, sunscreen, bugspray- all the pounds and pounds of useless extras that moms of three bring everywhere we go. Then we loaded up and went on our merry way.

Fast forward till eleven thirty. Warren wakes up screaming, hot and hungry and looking for a bottle. I reach into the diaper bag, pull out a bottle, then start fishing around for the formula canister.

The formula canister is sitting on the kitchen counter.


My stomach felt like a rock, I broke out into a cold sweat. I searched my other two bags, but I knew it was hopeless, I remember now that I left it sitting right on the counter! I tell Nick, who is upset, but not mad. Thank you Lord, for my husband.

So what did I do? I did what I had to. I found a woman with a baby who looked about nine months old, and I begged her for food. And, touched by the hand of God, I can only assume, this other mama gave me some formula.

Four hours later, I did the same thing. And another generous mother gave me formula then too.

Now, we were willing to leave the park to go buy formula, but I didn't want to spoil the fun for everyone, so I bit the bullet and begged. And, for those of you who know me, you know how hard this was. I do NOT talk to people. I barely have the courage to talk to my friends, let alone strangers.

I think this was a punishment of sorts for last summer! We went to Disney and one day I was in a bathroom changing Scott and this mother (she couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen) came up to me, terrified and crying, because she'd forgotten to pack diapers. She very very humbly asked if she could buy one for me. I said 'Girl, I have a hundred, here you go, you certainly don't have to pay for it' and I handed her a diaper. As in ONE DIAPER! By the time it dawned on me that she probably would appreciate more than one, she was gone! I looked for her because I felt like a real douchebag, but I never did find her. I'm haunted by this poor girl, who found the courage to ask for help from a stranger, and that stranger totally screwed her over. I feel really really awful about it!

So that's my Mother of the Year story for the day. And by the way, this isn't the first time I've left the house without formula. Or the second. Or the third or fourth. Goodness.

PS One good (great) thing that came out of this? The second lady only had soy, but I didn't care, my baby was HUNGRY! He drank the whole thing and didn't throw up one drop. So we're switching to soy. I'm so sick of getting vom on all my shirts.

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