Bad Mom

Our family o' three visited my hubby's family this past week. I still consider us quite the novice parents, and in that regard, I think we traveled really well...for the most part. I had some bad mom moments. Here is one of them:

On Sunday, I had to feed the baby her lunch at church. I don't think that's the right thing to do most of the time but when you travel, you do what you have to do. We were only there for sacrament meeting so I had just a short amount of time to feed her before we needed to leave. After the first talk or so, I took her out to feed her. Thus far on our trip, meals fed without a highchair have been challenging. She gets very distracted. So I took her in a classroom to avoid possible distractions. She started crawling around and such and I still managed to somehow get mouthfuls in.

The first couple of days of our trip she didn't eat well. I think she was overwhelmed by all the people, new locations, and traveling. So in a short amount of time, I was trying to get her to finish all the food I packed for her to ensure she was getting what she needed. I shoved a huge bite of baby mac and cheese in her mouth and the moment I did it I realized her mouth was already pretty full from the last bite, or two, or three. In about 1.67 seconds, she gagged and then threw it all up. I knew immediately it was my fault. Too much food too fast. She and I had macaroni and cheese all over us. I was proud of myself for not letting out a single squeal and allowing my heart rate to stay at a reasonably normal level. I reached for my backpack that had a spare onesie in it, undressed the utterly confused babe, and then realized my gallon sized Ziploc bag in my backpack was not large enough for her poofy dress, bib, etc. I thought back to my days of changing the trash in YW after church. I looked under the trash bag in the can and found a few spare bags. Yippee!! Then I walked the babe down to the chapel, opened the door where I knew my hubby was seated, and mouthed the words "Time to go", and we were off. I admitted to my husband that it was truly my fault and he, as usual understood, and just laughed. Sometimes I let my agenda come before my baby!! I really need to work at this.