Chronicles of a New Mum: Flying Solo
Maybe I was overreacting, but the idea of being on my own 24/7 with a five month old was kind of terrifying. I didn’t feel qualified to be solely in charge of another human without my right hand man. Sure, I’ve got the daytime routine down, but this is a different scenario. Two people who don’t quite know what they’re doing are way better than one.
What if she gets sick and I don’t know what to do? What if she wakes up crying in the middle of the night, but I’m in such a deep sleep that I don’t hear her? My husband’s the light sleeper, he always hears her the second she makes a peep. Or, what if she goes on a sleep strike for five days straight and I can’t ever take a shower? (Okay, that’s pretty drastic, but you know what I mean.)
There’s something comforting about knowing that if you have to pee, or want five minutes in the morning to drink coffee and check email, there’s another adult there to make sure the baby isn’t trying to propel herself out of the bouncy seat.
One overnight solo I could handle… but five? FIVE?
Well, off he flew… and then there were two.
I am happy to report that I was able to take daily showers during her naps and do all the things I was nervous about handling on my own. At night, I kept the video monitor literally two inches from my face and the volume on full blast. This meant that while she was soundly sleeping, I was not.
While this was going on, I envisioned my husband in a fabulous hotel, sleeping blissfully for eight glorious hours straight. Granted, he had to take four flights over the course of four days, and didn’t have much downtime at all. So, when he came home, he was definitely as exhausted as I was.
But at least I have my wingman back.