Ventured into the grocery store for the first time today. Took the stroller and a sleeping, bundled up Gus all tucked away behind a black sunshade. It was very quiet under there all the way up the street, through the door and half way across the produce department. And then it changed.
Little grunts at first but by the time we hit the formula section, he was full-on crying. I didn’t feel so bad about that in the baby section somehow. I picked him up and he seemed happy to look around -so much to soak up. But when I went to put him back down, he’d have none of it. So I walked to the toilet paper and dishwashing powder sections with him under one arm and the shopping basket tucked in the stroller.
Ok, I thought, I can do this. But then as we approached the check-out, he started crying again. I kinda had no choice but to put him back in the stroller and paid as fast as I could as the crying accelerating to screams.
Finally, in the doorway of a closed restaurant a few doors down and just a few steps off the busy Potts Point sidewalk, I whipped out a boob.
And of course, he was perfectly, happily silent under the black sunshade all the way back home.