I have followers! Weird lol I suppose I like living vicariously through others as well. Today I am going on an outing with my mom. I will be gone from Tristan for both of his naps. We'll only be gone for 4 hours, but I haven't had much time away from him since he was born (because of the whole not taking a bottle thing). Saturday morning I am going to some yard sales with some friends, and Ricky will be staying home with Tristan. It is such an odd feeling. I almost feel like Tristan cannot possibly survive without his mommy. Even for a few hours. I always make sure to relay specific directions. 'This is his schedule, he like this, he hates that....' I am trying to let go a LITTLE bit... For example, I am trying to go on a date or go do something at least once a week and get a babysitter. I think Tristan needs to get used to different people. He even needs to get used to ricky watching him. I am trying to allow him to nap in the pack and play at my parent's house (they just moved back). But I know that Tristan is not used to that, and just cries. However, he napped there last week.
In August, Ricky and I are going on an anniversary road trip. My parents are watching Tristan for 9 DAYS! I keep trying to talk myself out of it. "He'll need me. He won't sleep there. I'll miss him too much" The last one is probably the only true one. But we need the time away. Alone together. We will be having another baby soon (hopefully), so it will be the last time we have this much alone time for another 20 years!
On another note, yesterday was 'weaning day 1'. He did very well! He only got a little cranky once and wanted to nurse, but I just gave him his water instead. I cried a bit last night after he went to bed and I was talking to Ricky. Mostly, I am sad that Tristan is growing up so fast. I think I said "He wont love me as much anymore because he won't need me" and "He'll think i'm being mean to him". I think it's usually harder for the mom than the baby. It is comforting knowing that i'll have another baby to comfort next year.
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