Just a simple thing...
It was only a day after taking my wife and new daughter home from the hospital (this was after a 24 hour labour that ended in an emergency caesarian and a four day stay) that we decided to venture out for a change of scene. We needed to pick up some baby stuff from John Lewis as Little Miss Fuckst1cks had turned out slightly on the small side and none of the clothes for newborns we had bought fitted.
We had finished our shopping and had headed up to the cafe to queue for coffee and cake. As I was paying, the store manager came over to us, took our tray and shopping bags and cleared us a table with easy pushchair access, set out our drinks and food on the table, and made sure we settled down OK. He also checked on us 15 minutes later to make sure we were OK and if we needed anything else.
So, to the average person this might not seem much, but to me who had spent the last few days running errands to and from the hospital, clearing up the house, fixing up the nursery, and dealing with well wishers, and Mrs. Fuckst1cks who had just had major abdominal surgery, no sleep for five nights and cracked nipples, the John Lewis manager had done the nicest thing by helping out two clueless and knackered new parents getting back to normality.
(Fucksticks, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 22:47, 4 replies)

It's horrendous, isn't it,
that first-time parent thing. Like being parachuted into a strange country.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 4 Oct 2008, 8:10, closed)

without a map...
or a compass, or a phrase-book...
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Sat 4 Oct 2008, 8:54, closed)

And the natives are hostile.

( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Sat 4 Oct 2008, 11:00, closed)

And we've still got no bloody clue what we're doing...
...just make it up as we go along.

Thanks for the replies!
(Fucksticks, Mon 6 Oct 2008, 19:54, closed)