Last night my parents took Andy and I to dinner at the Olive Garden. My sister came in to town to see Lyla. She hadn't seen her in over a week. Andy and I hadn't really been out of the house except for appointments and work. We had to plan going out around what time Lyla would eat. I decided to pump before we left and just take the bottle so we could feed her there, instead of taking an extra 45 minutes to breastfeed her when she woke up (we were all getting hungry).
We packed up the diaper bag and headed out. We got to the restaurant, requested a car seat holder and got started eating. Lyla woke up crying and we fed her. Andy and I took turns passing her off so the other one could eat. Lyla did great!
As Andy and I got back in the truck to head home, I looked at him and said, this is our life now. He told me he was thinking the same thing. It wasn't upsetting, it was just the first time it hit both of us that life as we knew it has changed. Planning for a night out to eat is just that, planning. No longer can we just up and go. It's funny how going out to eat is what made everything about our life as parents so "real".
2 comments:
So, so true! It's amazing the amount of work it takes to leave the house, let alone think about leaving the house with a little one. Stuart called the diaper bag "that thing" and every time we got ready to leave he would lovingly ask, "Are we really going to bring that thing?" As if it had grown legs and was an alien spawn that would somehow alert the masses that hey, we have a baby now! and need to carry diapers, wipes, extra onesies, extra socks, extra bup cloths, extra pacis, extra gas drops, extra diaper rash cream, extra outfits in case the onesies got used up, extra formula just in case, extra bottles for the extra formula, extra blankets, extra Tylenol, extra grooming items because they might sprout hair in 2 hours AND my wallet.
No worries, girl. It gets easier, I promise!!
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