The aftermath

Today Ella and I went to the grocery store. I have discovered that Ella is not real fond of groceries stores. Places Ella is fond of are anywhere she has instant access to the boob. The grocery store, even though equipped with the very soothing grocery cart, is not one of these places. Usually, I love people commenting on how adorable Ella is , but when I know that there is a ticking tummy ready to go off at any minute, I act like a bodyguard to a celebrity. I do a body block between complimenter and baby Ella, nod my head and usher Ella and cart down the isle. I also, usually enjoy a bagger who is conscious of not crushing my oreos. However, when Ella is crying and I am wondering how long it is going to take before my boobs start leaking, my priorities shift. I started throwing apples and oxyclean in the same bag, oreos be damned. Poor Ella breastfeed in the car like she was in a milk chugging contest for a radio station. She then, promptly threw it up. Once home, we changed, spent some quality time with the breasts and now she is fast asleep. I am munching on oreos.