

Before I had Lenny, I used to imagine a very romanticised version of what having a baby would be like. I'd chuck a few bibs, dummies, nappies and baby wipes into my cute new designer tote (that I'd insisted on instead of a 'lame' baby bag) and off we'd go to endless coffee dates, lunches and birthdays at the pub.
My baby would basically be a cute plus one that I could smugly pass around while just generally killing it in my everyday life. He would slip right into my existing life.
Lol.
Firstly, a bunch of stuff went unplanned at birth, and I couldn't walk outside solo to get some air for about five weeks, let alone drive, which took me almost two months for clearance. By that point, I'd always been sitting next to him in the backseat, so I was under the assumption he didn't mind the car.
Lol.
He HATED the car. Still does really. And that was the first thing nobody told me about leaving the house with a baby as a new mum…
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