Sorry for not reading through and catching up on everyone else.
I'm feeling really drained, tired and tearful this evening. Feel like I can't just go and easilt do what I want to (and by "want" I think I actually mean "need" - things like trying to fix the Dyso, unpack the shopping and other exciting stuff!) No really good reason, just a few things building up. I'm going to offload about it though...
(You do have permission to laugh if you manage to wade through it all!)
I had to wait in for a surveyor (fromm the insurance company about the stolen truck that crashed the other week). He said he'd be here between 12 and 5pm. I really needed to go into town as it's DH's birthday on Thurs and were starting to run low on nappies.
Started off well as the surveyor came round at 12.30 and so DS and I headed off into town. Got the essentials in Boots and then went to look round M&S and Burton for a birthday present for DH. Within a couple of minutes of being in M&S, I heard DS's bottom. He has a habit of exploding poo at the moment so decided to head off to Costa as I knew they had changing facilities and I needed some lunch. Before I got chance to leave M&S, I could see he needed changing. Leakage coming through the leg of one of his shorts . I grabbed some baby wipes from the change bag to cover and stem the leak and headed outside the shopping centre to Costa.
It was then that I noticed it was chucking it down with rain. I had a choice of going outside and nipping round the corner in the rain to Costa or going upstairs to the other end of the shopping centre in the hope there were decent changing facilities in the centre toilets. I went for legging it round the corner so put the sun parasol up on the buggy to shield DS, ran past everyone who was sheltering from the rain and burst into Costa. There were 3 girls waiting at the counter to serve with no queue so I explained I was just going to use the facilities and promised to come back and order.
The toilet was engaged so I waited patiently outside although DS was using his lungs to show how uncomfortable he was by this point. We waited and we waited. I tried the handle twice, no joy. After nearly 15 minutes, I decided to go back down the front and ask the girls to check if all was ok with whoever was in there. I passed 2 elderly ladies on the way who stopped to fuss over DS and sympathise with his tears. In the meantime an elderly man appeared from the toilet so I went in and stripped DS and changed him. Fortunately I had a change of clothes for him - he needed it!
Once changed, he still was not at all happy. I tried to calm him down in the toilet but decided the best thing to do would be to sit and feed him and ask one of the girls serving to get me a hot chocolate. I left the toilet and saw the two elderly ladies again. DS was still screaming so I tried to get away from them politely by saying I needed to feed him and was going to ask one of the girls to get me a drink.
One of the ladies then showed such kindness and generosity. She told me not to worry and to sit down so I could feed him and she went and got me a hot chocolate. Bless her, it was so thoughtful and then she refused to take any money from me.
He fed and started to settle after about 20 mins so I put him back in his buggy and headed back to M&S. He wasn't happy though and started crying again. I'm convinced he had got a load of wind from all the crying he did whilst we were waiting to change him. So we headed home.
He then cried (except for the 2 lots of feeds) until about 8pm. DH came home and I was trying not to cry. I'd never got my sandwich in Costa and I think my blood sugar levels were too low too.
All seems so pathetic now. Sorry, just wanted to get the rollercoaster afternoon off my chest.
Even whilst typing that, DS has done another huge exploding poo!!! Another change of clothes needed!!
Just feeding him again and going to watch Torchwood.