When my first baby was 10-weeks-old, a trip to Woolies was a well-organised expedition.
There was the timing– fitting the trip between sleeps and feeds and leaving enough time for “play”.
There was the packing – baby bag complete with dummies and nappies and wipes and lotions and spit cloths and blankets and hats and socks and enough paraphernalia to set up my own stall outside the supermarket selling baby goods. There was the pram, capsule and baby carrier and a few bunny rugs.
And then there was the entourage. As a brand new first-time mum when my son was a newborn I didn’t venture out without my partner, a friend or my own mother to accompany me.
Contrast that with this mumma: