Yesterday, I was having a stressful day. In a rush to get back to DD before she started crying I put yogurt in my oatmeal instead of milk. My diaper service didn't bring any diapers because DH (doing his best) filled the card out wrong (the service sucks anyway and we're building up our own stash so we can stop the service). I stepped in cat vomit on my way out the door. I had an almost argument with DH ( we haven't had a real argument in I don't remember how long). And my boiling diapers (which I had to wait for before I could do laundry) were steaming up an already warm apartment.
I go to walmart to return and then buy a few things. I go to Burlington and buy myself a new hat to cheer myself up. I grab a sandwich and have a quick picnic in the park with DD. Then we are off to the laundromat.
We had a lot of laundry to do. We took up a whole row of (8) washers! DD was talkative and playful at first but a couple of minutes before it was time to move everything to the dryers she began to get tired. I transferred my cranky baby to her ergo and let her suck my thumb til she fell asleep and I could concentrate on laundry.
Just as I was getting to my first load of wet prefolds to transfer to the dryer, some guy offered his dryer that still had ten minutes on it! Thanks, guy! I put the most quarters in my diaper loads of course.
I start the dryers, sit down and read for a bit. Pretty soon DD wakes up and cries and I get her out of the ergo and nurse her. Then the diaper service calls ans as soon as I answer my phone DD wails. I pop my boob back in her mouth and finish my call.
The laundry is done and DD isn't. I wait as long as I can but I am taking up 8 washers so I pop her off the boob and get to folding.This older man comes up to me and says, "I just got my hearing aide recently and That's the first time in 15 years I've heard a baby cry! It was beautiful. It brought me back to when my sons were little. Sorry to interrupt your day."
Well, I wasn't sorry and I told him that that was wonderful news and thanked him. I went back to hanging/folding. DD's happy at first but pretty soon she is crying again and I am nursing her in the ergo with one hand and folding clothes with the other.
Its four PM. I call DH to see if he is getting off of work and can he help? He's off but has a massage appointment (I can't hate, his back is effed after he was hit by a car while walking his bike home four years ago). At this point I feel like I've always been at the laundromat.
Finally she falls asleep again and I put her in the carseat so I can really fold and get out. For a while she is happy and talking softly to the cow and pig stuffed chimes hanging from her carseat. Then she gets tired again and wants to be held.
I start holding her for one minute and then folding for one minute. I do this off and on thing for ten or fifteen minutes and I am all folded. Then this lovely woman comes over and offers to help. Bless her!
She says her baby is 18 and has a golf date so she has all the time in the world. I thank her profusely as she packs up and loads my car while I hold my baby.
That was not the end to my day (it was a long one yesterday) but that's the end of my long story about my stressful day that was interrupted by three truly helpful people!
Anyone else run into any strangers who appreciate your status as a new mother (or just having a new baby)?