Timing

Sadly, I attended a funeral today.

As both sets of parents are overseas, I didn't have much choice but to bring the baby along with me.

In typical style, she woke to be fed at 3, 8 and 930, so I slept again until 12 (what a life I lead!). After I slammed down some breakfast, fed and changed the baby, checked the nappy bag, defrosted some expressed milk just in case and worked out where I needed to drive, we got to the door just as the service was about to start. We were escorted down the aisle and sat about halfway down the length of the church, surrounded by people I didn't recognise.

It was a real celebration of the life he had led. One of the most light hearted and 'casual' funerals I had attended.

And just as the speeches finished and we moved in to the more 'serious' reading, baby woke up.

She squirmed, she grunted, she filled her nappy.

Loudly.

And twice more.

As a parent now, it took around two months for the husband and I to recognise the smell of dirty nappy.

It's unlikely, but I hope none of the people sitting around me were parents...