Chronicles of a New Mum: A Weekend Away (Without the Baby)
My mom gladly volunteered to babysit and sent us on our way with the promise that she does in fact remember how to care for a small child. At first I felt pretty horrible about leaving. Would she know how long we were away? Would she wonder why I wasn't scooping her up from her crib after a nap? Or what if she gets her first tooth, or starts crawling and we miss it? But then I recalled today's 5:30AM wake-up and quickly shifted my thoughts to the fluffy hotel bed in my very near future. The only milestone that's happening this weekend is me getting an uninterrupted 8 hours of sleep.
Once we hit the road, we left the "what-ifs" behind, and kicked off two glorious days of non-scheduled fun—eating meals whenever we wanted (without calculating nap and feeding times), aimlessly wandering around town, having drinks and meeting up with some old friends. I went out with just a clutch containing my phone, lip gloss and wallet. (That's it!!! No diapers, wipes, teething toys, extra outfits, pacifiers, baby food pouch, spoon or bottle.) I kept getting this wave of panic like we forgot to pack something really important. But the really important "something" (or shall I say someone), was at home having a great time with grandma, not concerned with our whereabouts.
It's been seven months since my life didn't revolve around someone else’s every need. So it was a strange feeling at first to leave that responsibility to my mom for a couple of days. We missed our baby girl a ton, but in the whole scheme of things, it was awesome to have some time together that was all about us. When you become parents, it’s easy to get caught up in all the things you have to do for the baby or catch up on around the house. When you finally sit down, you just want to zone out in front of the TV, catch up on work or check your emails. But getting away gives you time to remember what it was like to just be together without those everyday distractions.
(The only buzzkill was still having to pump and clean the pieces in a hotel bathroom. But it worked out fine. Just make sure you ask your hotel ahead of time if they have mini-fridges for the rooms if you’re breastfeeding and need a place to store milk!)
By the end of the weekend, we both felt a little more rested, a little more connected, but also really excited to get back home to our cute, early-riser.