I blame it on the Stretch Marks.

Evie woke up this morning at 5. That's right 5. An hour and a half later,she begrudgingly took her paci and fell back asleep. After that, she woke up screaming for a bottle, which I fully expected. So, I made up more formula, and gave her a bottle. She then played and played. This is the part that was good today. So, I jumped in the shower and got my daily 5 min scrub down. Hurriedly got dressed. Today is picture day!

See, after having had said baby, my clothes don't fit the same way. Things don't look the same, bodies are different, therefore, clothes are different. I had to find a new shirt to wear. One white shirt. That's all. No pants, no undershirts, nothing but one, simple white shirt. Evie had been fed, we were both ready to go. I rushed to get over there, knowing that the bright sunlight would soon be out and I didn't want my headache to get worse. So low and behold we got to Pennies without a hitch. My plan for the two of us was working fine. I drug out the ginormous stroller, packed in all of our gear. I fit her car seat on the safe and sound and rolled her on in. I started looking around. A few min later, I noticed a Nurse Practitioner from the NICU and I had to say hello and so I opened the the car seat sun visor so she could look at how tall and big sweet Evie has gotten and guess whose Eyes had popped open! Thats right... Evies... Smiling, as if she were up to something. A mischievous grin for sure. We said our goodbyes and went on our merry way when Evie started the first of many fusses. I looked at the clock and sure enough it was time to eat. I made our way toward the bathroom. We sat there, she was crying and I was starting to sweat. I got looks from people. Some were sad, like they felt sorry for the poor mom by the bathroom, trying to console her screaming child, others, I assume, thought I was beating her. So we gave up on feeding. I was holding her at this point and we began to walk around. Passed some sales associates, and she was smiling being happy with them, we looked at the lighting aisle, and the mirrors, where she had a blast, looking at all the beautiful babies looking back at her. And all the beautiful Mommies too. So I found us a comfortable seating area to try to eat, as we all know LCHADers have to eat, and at this point her NG tube was take out because we have Photos being done this afternoon. So as soon as I sit down, she starts screaming her head off. I try bouncing, I try swinging her like a mad person, I try everything. I just want her to eat. So I let her stand on my legs and again she is happy. This time, an older lady comes by and looks at her (of course she has a rash on her face,due to the tape, this time by her eye) and says "do you have lipstick on your face". I wanted to say, but didn't "yes, lady, I kiss my daughter right under the eye, and I wear that much lipstick, and buy the cheap kind that comes off and gets all over her face". I just laughed at her. I'm still sweating, I'm sure I stink by this point, so we walked back by the bathrooms, and I try to feed again. I am praying that she takes it this time, but nope. So I give up. She got a total of an ounce. We were there for over an hour and I still had not shopped. By this point, one of the associates that saw me, had asked if I needed help. I really desperately wanted to scream yes. But saved that for when I got home. I have a feeling that kind of help isn't in her job description. So I strapped her, loosely, in her car seat, and went in search of any white shirt, that would even remotely fit. I went toward the dressing room, and we both went in. I tried it on. I thought to myself, "The icing on the cake would be if they thought that I was using her car seat/stroller to try and take things". I worked in retail. People do some crazy stuff! So I really just wanted to get outta there!

SO I buckled her in nicely, checked out, and by the time I was pulling down the car seat visor, she fell asleep.