Something about babies make me go goo-goo over them. I grin like an idiot, can't stop staring at them or rubbing a finger against their cheeks and I feel so light, it's a baby high.
Then the mothers begin to talk.
"My milk's coming in. I've already had to change the pads today." The Mother said.
"Pads?" I looked up from the child and frown.
"It's an absorbent pad that goes onto the breasts for when they leak. See, throughout the day you can just start producing, or when feeding on one side the other side begins to leak. Sometimes you have to change every time you feed."
My Mum nodded her head in agreement.
"Is it really that bad?" I ask naïvely.
"No-one tells you this when you have your first, you think the labour is the hard thing and it will all be alright when you get home. No. You're still learning. The first time my milk shot out," she demonstrated with her fingers, arching them through the air. "I called out to my other half, worried. What did he do? He called his mate, said come and see this trick."
Right, never knew that.
"You lose all modesty when you have a baby," my Mum said.
"I know. I use to be modest. Not anymore. Its more like get in there and get this thing out of me." The Mother laughed.
"Every nurse sees your bits and by the end you don't care."
I squirmed in the seat. Looking down at the baby I wondered how could something so small change a woman so much?
"But it's all worth it in the end." The Mother added. "And all of the pain and discomfort forgotten just as soon as you see her."
"Yep." Mum Said.
I looked at her suspiciously. "Are you trying to sell this baby idea to me, this sounds more and more like a promo."
The women laughed, the baby squirmed at the sound and I tried my best to scowl at Mum. Failing because I knew that one day in the future I wanted one of my own, and knowing that my Mum would be there to give me those awkward tips about breast feeding and what not was kind of comforting.