I had two mommy realizations this week.
It hit me a couple nights ago that my reactions to babies have taken a 180 in the last year. When I was visiting my friend's baby on Wednesday, I took my turn holding the little guy right after dinner while sitting at the kitchen table. He started to fuss, so I adjusted his position so that his head was facing my chest and stood up to bounce around a little.
Flashback to last year: I sat nervously on another friend's couch while her adorable son was passed around. I waited until someone asked if I wanted a turn and sat rooted in my spot until he was set in my tense arms. I was terrified of standing up while holding a baby back then! Oh what a difference a year and a baby of my own makes.
I was one of those moms tonight. The mom that makes onlookers raise their eyebrows. Bridget and I joined Hubs at a work party, which was held at a brewery with an outdoor seating area where everyone was hanging out. There were a couple other babies there, so that wasn't the weird part.
At one point, Bridget needed a diaper change, so I took her inside to ask if they had a changing table in their bathroom (only one person can go in at a time, so I couldn't just check myself) although I was 99% sure they didn't. When my suspicions were confirmed, I shuffled back outside and debated whether to walk back to the car to change her or just go home. I didn't really feel like doing either, so I sat at an empty table, considered for a moment plopping Bridget's butt right on the tabletop, but then thought better of it and changed her right on my lap. Everyone in our group thought it was funny and inventive, but a couple at a nearby table was definitely judging. Just trying to make it work over here! But admittedly, before I was a mom, I probably would've judged, too. And at least I didn't put her on the table!