Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Little Victories

So last night, after having pumped 3 oz. of milk (for a total of 6 oz. in the fridge), my darling hubby said, "Well if you want to go out for a few hours on your own, tonight is the night to do it." Really? My eyes widened . . . then suddenly the heavens parted and a choir of angels broke out into a chorus of Hallelujah Hallelujah . . . HAL-LE-LU-JAH! B has a string of tests coming up I probably won't get this chance again until May. So I did it. I was out by myself for 2 and a half hours! (It's not so much that I was by myself, but that I was without the baby--don't get me wrong I love my girl, but this was a treat). I went down to Columbus Circle (the closest thing to a mall in NYC) and enjoyed a few hours to myself. I even bought a new shirt. I also got some Indian food and ate it in Borders while flipping through magazines. While I was sitting there, eating dinner by myself looking through magazines I thought about how a few years ago this would have probably been a sad night (eating by myself in public with a stack of mag's) but last night, it was a GREAT night. I was so grateful to my husband for offering to brave the night alone. . . thanks babe.

AND today was an even bigger victory, because this was something that I had been dreading for a while now. I had my 6 week postpartum appointment. The appointment itself was not the scary part, but taking the baby by myself is what made me so nervous. "What's the big deal?" I hear you say. . . "taking the baby to a doctor's appointment? Geeze, you are a wuss." Well, in a normal place (normal being anywhere besides NYC) you would put the baby in the car seat, drive 10 minutes to said appointment and no big deal right? If the baby cries in the car, no biggie, it's just you and the baby and most likely not that far from your house. Well this is a 45 minute bus ride each way making the round trip about a 3 hour excursion . . . now add a six week old baby who you hope doesn't cry some or most of of the way on a crowded bus full of impatient New Yorkers and you've got one nervous mama. Well I'm happy to report she didn't cry either way! Not a peep (OK, like one peep, but that was it) and she slept pretty much the whole time. Not only that, but when we were at my Midwife's office she was awake and still didn't fuss. Yay! Seriously, you don't know what a relief that was. Especially since B wasn't with me. . . . it's one thing to have a fussy baby in public if you've got someone to share the burden, but it's another thing to be on your own.

Well that's really all. I know these may seem rather uneventful and no-big-deal-ish to some of you, but in my world these little victories were just what I needed.

3 comments:

  1. I'm so glad you got out. I swear the hardest thing for me to deal with is the loss of "me" time.

    Hooray for the visit!

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  2. yeah! that's good you were able to get out and do something for yourself

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  3. Sounds like you're doing great! Alone time is precious. Also, when she gets older and more interactive, it will be really fun to have her for a little companion.

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