As I mentioned in yesterday's post, my mom, my grandmother and I spent Saturday night at a fancy resort about an hour from Denver. I've left Cyrus for large chunks of a day several times, and have even left before bedtime on a few occasions, but this was the first night that I have spent away from him...ever. Now, I don't know if this later than usual, or earlier than usual, or right about the time that most moms leave their children overnight for the first time, but for me, it felt like just about the right time.
Here are the things I enjoyed while being baby-free:
- Shopping for as long as I wanted without having to worry about a fussy baby who wants to be held right when I'm half naked and trying on clothes.
- Enjoying my meals at my own pace, with no real distractions. I didn't have to cut anyone's food, or make sure there were no items chucked at servers' heads. I didn't have to get up halfway through my meal to take a fussy toddler outside, or try to eat while hold said toddler on my lap and trying to keep him from grabbing my fork, water glass, plate, knife, or any other object within reach.
- Adult conversation. Of course, I get this when Cy is napping or after he goes to bed, but it was nice to enjoy it during the above activities, since that is almost impossible when he is around.
And, finally, the best part about being Baby Free for a night? Sleeping in! I realized that this was going to be possible on Friday afternoon, and I'm not exaggerating when I say that tears came to my eyes. I love my sleep, and probably the hardest part about being a mom is the total and complete lack of control I have over when and how I wake up. Since I continue to breastfeed, this was the very first night that I did not have to get up with Cyrus whenever he deemed it necessary. Sure, there were times when Jason got up with him, but I usually had to nurse him first, or, at the very least, heard him cry and was awoken by the process. And, in the past four months, I've pretty much gotten up with Cyrus every single morning, and every time that he woke up in the middle of the night, with only a handful of exceptions.
Of course, as luck would have it, I actually slept quite terribly. And I woke up at 7:30. However, I got to lounge in bed for a while, sipping a cup of mint tea, and not wrestling with a toddler. It was bliss.
All of that being said, I was extremely anxious to see my baby this afternoon. He was napping when we got home, and I had to momentarily resist the urge to go wake him up. I say momentarily because I very quickly came to my senses and remembered that you NEVER wake a sleeping baby! Once he woke up, however, I rushed to his room and cuddled him for as long as he would let me. One night was definitely long enough for this first trip, but I don't think a few nights is out of the question in the future. Plus, the allure of sleeping in may just be too good to pass up!
This is what it looks like to not be violently ripped from sleep some time between the hours of 4:30am and 6:00am. Relaxing in bed with some tea. Lovely!