The very first time I ventured outside of the house with my oldst (and no other adults around to help me) I dropped some mail and bent to pick it up. Natural reaction, right? Except Josh was strapped in the Snugli. Down I bent, out he slid. I barely caught him before he landed headfirst on the pavement. I didn't go back outside for another two weeks.
Being a first-time new mom is just about the hardest thing on earth. I feel sorry for Spears, having to learn this in the spotlight.