We spent new years eve at Cottonsock's amazing "there is no theme" Hawaiian NYE party. Orlando slept through the whole thing (he had a dream feed when we got there) and we were home by 0130 and in bed by 3 (after his 230 feed). We woke up the next morning to a gorgeous day, the sun was filtering through the trees and it was a new year.
During the morning I decided I was in desperate need of New Year Vietnamese and that we had to go and get it for lunch. All I wanted was a steaming hot bowl of Pho, spring rolls wrapped in crunchy lettuce, all the trimmings and then some. At that same time Hamish decided to wash the cars.
Washing the cars takes a long time, Hamish doesn't cut corners, he is a perfectionist when it comes to cars. So, an hour later he was ready to leave.
By then it was already 2 and I was starving, hello breastfeeding hunger! After some hiccups, getting ready, getting Orlando ready, I was ready to go. So I went out to the car and Hamish had the carseat from my car, trying to install it in his car.
At 3 in the afternoon, with a starving breastfeeding mum and a 5 week old baby who's outings are timed to coincide with sleep/feeds.
He said he was just going to see "how it went" in his car so I put the baby bag in my car and went back inside.
Half an hour later he was ready, with the seat now in his car.
So I put Orlando in, strapped him up, made sure the pram was in the boot, asked Hamish if he had put the bag in the car (yes) and off we went.
I was climbing walls at this stage, 5 minutes after leaving Orlando started crying. I had packed a bottle in the bag and knew I could jam it into him when we reached the restaurant.
So we just kept driving and by the time we were half way there Orlando had stopped and I could almost see the Pho light at the end of the tunnel. Soup, sweet soup! Finally we reached Richmond, found a parking spot and got out of the car. Orlando was asleep so we just got the baby capsule out. I asked Hamish where the bag was, he looked at me like I was a crazy person.
"The nappy bag?"
"Yeah, where is it?"
"I thought you had it"
"But I asked you if you had it and you said yes"
"No you didn't"........"I never saw it"
"I put it in the car behind the drivers seat when you were fiddling with the baby seat beside me, it has his food and nappies in it, we have nothing."
I was almost in tears at this stage. It's hard enough trying to get out of the house with a newborn, let alone getting out of the house to EAT A MEAL, let alone getting out of the house to eat a meal SANS BABY BAG.
Hamish asked me what I thought we should do, Orlando was still sleeping through all of this. I said "risk it". With that Orlando's super sonic senses lit up.
We walked into the restaurant and sat down and as soon as we sat those super sonic senses of O's went into action and he started fussing. A flask of tea was put on our table, bowls, chopsticks, serviettes, water... I looked at Hamish and just shook my head, it wasn't going to happen. By this stage it was god knows what time and I'd had enough. I was starving, we had no baby bag, Orlando was about to break decibel records. It couldn't get much worse.
We ordered takeaway and quickly went back to the car with Orlando the soloist extraordinaire starting to belt out his favourite song: I Need Something Done. Great song that one, problem was we had nothing to get that 'something done' with us.
So we just drove and he settled with the lull of the engine after 10 minutes.
When we got home Hamish got out of the car and went to lift the now sleeping Orlando out. I grabbed the takeaway. As I was walking to the front door to open it Hamish called out "he's got a dirty nappy".
Oh what a dirty nappy it was, Orlando's way of saying 'YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THE BAG AGAIN'. One of those nappies where you have to pop them in the bath after you've done the major clean up. One of those nappies that needs it's own rubbish bag.
After his bath I dressed Orlando, fed him and popped him into his Moses Basket. He was out like a light in minutes.
Meanwhile Hamish had our takeaway lunch, pretty much early dinner, ready. We sat down to steaming hot bowls of Pho and Hamish looked at me "well, forgetting the bag was a good thing because otherwise that would have happened at the restaurant".
He was right, but I could have throttled him.
The bag hasn't been forgotten since, the pram though.... but that's another story.