Baby Ibby's Subsequent Outings, I'm starting to get the hang of it

I'm an optimist.

Correction, I am an opportunist.

Just few weeks ago, both me and my husband attempted to do our baby wipes shopping at Aeon and ended up getting home earlier than we would want to because Ibby had a temper, well he always has abit of a temper, haha. Nope, he doesn't take after me I assure you that; must be the dad.

 

Just a little temper

Outing #2: Sushi King, Ampang Point So, last 2 week, the self proclaimed supermom and superdad (that's me and hubs, in case you are wondering) decided to give it another go; taking Ibby out for his second outing. We were more adventurous this time, we brought him out for sushi at Sushi King, nearby Ampang Point; you know how I'm dying for a piece of sashimi inside of me.   This time, I came fully prepared, nothing is going to stand between me and my sashimi. True, I am so ready to breastfeed in public or change his nappies on the conveyer belt, if need be, but thank god the latter did not happen. so we had our sushi somewhat in peace. In between me munching on edamemes and tempuras with the hubs, this little fella demanded his share of the meal. Cue: Ibby's cries as we panicked, the tempuras did not fly off our plates though. My husband scooped him up from his stroller and paced the sushi place, while calming him with Islamic verses. This totally worked, he was calm for about 3 minutes; while I wolfed down the rest of my udons. I can read my hubs face from afar as I slurped my soup hastily: WHOSE IDEA WAS IT TO BRING HIM OUT FOR SUSHI?! Oh well, this supermom handled it well. I asked my sidekick i.e. my hubs to help me with my nursing cover and I nursed him (multiple times) until he was full and happy to let me continue with my meal. Look at him (below) being sly despite his bad hair day. Sheesh. But of course, Ibby being Ibby, he made sure to give me some story to tell later when we decided to be more adventurous and set foot at Ampang Point for some shopping. He was all goody, at first, wide eyed fascinated with his surroundings as we pushed him around the mall; ahh, really I am soo good at this- mommying. Things were soo good that we decided to reward ourselves with some Tealive. Only that's when things started to go downhill, he gets agitated when the dad decided to abandon ship (yes, really) and went to the loo.  Cue: Ibby's shrieking like nobody's business. Suddenly, I don't feel like the supermom I proclaimed myself to be as everyone looked at this awkward woman with her crying baby.  Well done, Ibby, well done. Suddenly, the stroller seemed so bulky and I keep bumping into people, what an embarassment.  I can almost hear people talking in their minds:  Is she really letting the baby cry?  Where's the husband?  This tells us woman are not necessarily good with kids, look at this mother and her newborn.  Things got out of hands so quickly to the extend that the nearby promoter offered me a place to nurse him, which I kindly declined because he was not hungry (and I'm not a bad mom), he was just having a fit because, well, just because.  I picked him up and tried to calm him with some Islamic verses and it didn't work, not even for 3 seconds. He cried and cried and I felt so miserable because I was looking like this damsel in distress. One hand carrying this 5kg worth of little human, I fished my phone out to call my hubs for help, all the while feeling like I was being scrutinised by passersby. Needless to say, we went home right after my husband arrived. Outing #3: KLCC Whoever tells you that pregnancy cravings goes away when the baby arrives, knows nothing about pregnancy. Postpartum cravings is real, people. I had chocolates and ice cream for dinner at times, and I don't even feel guilty.  Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, we brought Ibby out again this time, for our favourite Llao Llao froyo and  I secretly want to check out the sale at Zara. We arrived at KLCC pretty early that Saturday, and went straight up to the foodcourt on the 4th floor for our breakfast. There is this Mi Tarik stall that sells the best mi tarik, the stall was operated by some Chinese Muslim and their spicy beef broth noodle is the bomb. This time, I brought Ibby's expressed milk in some milk bottles so that I won’t need to breastfeed him whilst slurping some hot soup; and plus, the daddy can help with the feeding. He was in a good mood when we ordered the noodle, before he decided to poop. He cried for a while, so me and the hubs knew just what to do: we had to eat in turn, one holds him while the other eats, problem solved. But no, of course he won’t wait in his dirty diapers, so I had to change him before the noodles come. KLCC management, if you are reading this, please allocate some fund into installing more baby changing rooms/ nursing area. You see, because we were at the food court, naturally I will go to the nearest toilet to change Ibby. What saddened me the most was that there was no nursing/changing room available and the nearest ones are at the opposite end of the mall (near Mothercare, yeah no brainer, mothers only shop for baby stuffs when they come to KLCC, they don’t eat). Desperate to calm Ibby, I settled for the nearest Disabled person toilet, and had to change him ON THE TOILET FLOOR because there was no counter big enough to place him. Although we used changing mats and Ibby did not have direct contact with the floor, still it was sad how insensitive malls managements can be. After done changing him, I passed Ibby to his dad and finished my meal. To make most of our outing, we decided to get some shopping done at Kinokuniya, same floor as the food court. Ibby did not cry there, maybe he loves his books. My mind was racing all the time I was picking out books for my husband’s niece, Should I or should I not check out the deals at Parkson? I have all these vouchers. After 5 minutes of deep thoughts, I decided to try my luck. We pushed Ibby in his stroller to the lift and proceeded to enter Parkson on 2nd floor. He cried for milk, and we plopped on one of the benches outside the store to feed him, before attempting to enter Parkson for the second time. 5 seconds into the store and I have yet to get to the ladies section, Ibby cried again. Me and my husband exchanged looks, and he willed me with his glare to leave the store. Fine, but I am still getting my Llao Llao, Okay? What I learnt during these 2 subsequent outings was: 1.       Be ready to abort your mission when your baby gets agitated/cries. 2.      Bring nursing cover wherever you go, and changing mats too. 3.      Find out more about your baby sleeping patterns, best plan your outing when he is near his nap time; so he sleeps through the whole thing. 4.      Bring milk bottles if you want convenience.