Future Fire Fighter, Part Deux

In looking back through my posts about Jayson I realized I never did bring you up to speed on his very first fire drill!

 

Jayson was a brand new baby at the time and we planned our first outing together which involved going to see daddy for lunch and then driving to Jayson's very first wellness visit.  We proudly made it out if the house by 11:45am and made it to Justin's work in time for lunch.  We did the obligatory walk around the office to show off Jayson and then settled in at Justin's desk for sandwiches.  Well just as we begin to eat the fire alarm goes off.  Jayson manages to sleep through it as we made our way out of the building and to the edge of the parking lot.   Fire trucks soon arrived and blocked in my vehicle parked in visitor's parking at the front of the building.  Needless to say this was no drill. 

I was in total panic about making it to Jayson's appointment in time,  not to mention worried about when/where/how to nurse him since this "drill" had actually turned out to be a full fledged fire in the building's air conditioning system. I wasn't all that skilled, or comfortable,  with nursing in public at that time.  What a fiasco.   Fortunately I didn't have to worry about it too long and we did make it to Jayson's appointment with enough time to nurse him before going in.

Just my luck though that on our first outing (while I was still very hormonal) we had this high stress scenario. Do you have any similar stories to share?

Future Fire Fighter

Last week I had the pleasure of attending the SUHRA conference.  I also had the pleasure of toting along my son and the hubs, aka "daddy daycare" as he kept calling himself. 

The conference was held at Adam's Mark hotel in buffalo.  The topics were timely, however the hotel was huge and our breaks were very short so finding time to nurse and/or pump proved challenging... especially when a fire alarm sounds and your room is on the 8th floor.  You read that right. On one of my mini breaks I went upstairs to feed Jayson and no sooner do I get to the room the alarm goes off. So down 8 flights of stairs I go, in heels with baby in my arms. Poor daddy had to haul the carseat, diaper bag and anything else he could think of in our escape from the building. We have yet to hear what specifically caused the alarm to sound, but fire trucks and news crews were on site.  We may be on tv for all I know!  At any rate,  Jayson thought it was a blast and we were let back in after a short while.

Maybe we have a future fire fighter on our hands. This was, after all, his second fire drill where trucks actually had to show up!

Graceful

This morning Justin and I thought there was a deranged bird chirping close to the house.  It was so annoying, it woke us up before the alarm.  I hate when that happens.  Needless to say, upon further investigation it was not a bird but one of our fire alarms begging for new batteries.  So I set out to change them, which required some form of step stool.  Since my handy-dandy step stool is always missing from the hall cabinet (eh-hem, Justin) I decided to use one of the kitchen stools from the breakfast bar.  Well, this was not a good idea.