Yesterday was an awful day full of P3 crying continuously from 7am until 6pm and having a total of about 15 minutes sleep the whole entire day whilst I also tackled the needs of a very poorly toddler so this morning I’d decided to get the two of them out of the house for some fresh air and use the “break” to grab P3 some nappies and a baguette for lunch in Tesco.
Whilst there P3 decided to scream, and scream, oh and did I mention scream?! I had a choice – get her out or rush my shop. I chose to rush my shop. Getting her out would have probably caused P2 to then get upset, potentially P3 wouldn’t stop and laying her back down would cause more crying anyway.
I was quite aware of eyes watching me in each aisle. P3 isn’t exactly quiet when she cries. Then a middle aged lady who walked past me back tracked on herself and peered into the back of the pram. “Oh how old is he/she?” To which I replied “Nearly four weeks” and smiled at her. She then threw the worst comment anyone could ever say to a new mum – “Oh she’s clearly hungry!” I smiled and walked off.
How dare she? How dare she practically tell me I’m ignoring my babies cues for feeding. She wasn’t hungry, I’d fed her a max of 15 minutes ago. She was not hungry. Little does that lady know that my baby actually cries continuously no matter what we do for her between feeds and nappy changes. Little does that lady know that I was up at 4am attempting to comfort, feed, change and sing to my nearly four week old baby until 5:30am this morning.
The post-pregnancy new-mother hormones raged. That lady was very lucky I am sleep deprived and not completely with it right now. I wish I had some witty throw back to her. I’m sure she meant well but I felt like she’s slapped me in the face and handed me a gold star for being a neglecting mother.