Going to a Mum's and babies group for the first time

First breastfeeding support group. It went like this:

Elizabeth woke up at 6am, then again at 9am, and I thought it might be a repeat of last week with me not being able to get there. As she lay on her changing mat I bolted down some Weetabix and grabbed her change bag and got that packed. As 9.20 am approached I realised that I could try to have a shower, wash my hair, dry my hair, put my make-up on, straighten my hair, feed Elizabeth and go... or... I could just feed Elizabeth and go, so went for that option. After scraping my hair into a pony tail slapped on some lip gloss, grabbed the changing bag, put Elizabeth in her car seat and was just about to go out into the cold when I saw something that looked like a pigeon flapping around by the car.

Looking out of the kitchen window I was somewhat alarmed to see that it was a bird of prey of some description, sitting on my wing mirror. I grabbed the digital camera knowing that husband wouldn't believe me, then realised that this bird might pose a threat to my daughter. What if I walked outside with the car seat and it swooped down and attacked her? I couldn't decide what to do, and all the time it was making me later and later for the breastfeeding support group. Eventually it flew off, and we dashed out in the rain and drove around the corner to the venue making it for bang on 10am.

Spotted a Mum in the carpark unloading her toddler from her MPV. Didn't speak to her until we were inside when I quietly asked if I was in the right place. I was, but apparently the Mum's don't really arrive until half past. Great! One by one the Yummy Mummys started arriving with their lovely make-up and perfect hair, and I noticed that their little ones were wearing outfits - OUTFITS - not the sleepsuits that I have dressed Elizabeth in for the last 7 weeks. I sat pondering this, and a toddler called Toby approached. He wandered around the back of Elizabeth's car seat and promptly bopped her on the head. I spent the rest of the meeting holding Elizabeth firmly in my arms.

I did manage to glean some information about christenings which might be useful, and made one friend - someone who's daughter is closest in age to Elizabeth, and who lives locally, and who seems remarkably down to earth.