The idea is that you don’t want your baby to be around unnecessary germs found at preschool birthday parties, on crowded subway cars or at massive family gatherings where everyone wants to hold, kiss and hug your brand new baby. The last thing you need is for your newborn to get sick before he or she has built up their immune system or started getting their vaccinations.
I have now been locked up in my apartment for four full weeks with my daughter Harlow. At certain moments, I have been totally content to hold my baby while catching up on Grey’s Anatomy and Homeland. And other moments, I felt like I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t get out of the house.
There have been a few times when I left Harlow in someone else’s care while I ran out for necessity or to save my sanity.
I went to my other daughter’s parent teacher conference (she’s barely three and sorting blocks just fine), I went for a very rushed birthday dinner with my husband, and I somehow made it to my office Christmas party. In each instance, I left whoever was in charge (my husband or my mother) with a bottle of pumped milk, but in all instances, Harlow slept soundly until I returned. (Why doesn’t she ever sleep soundly FOR ME???)
Harlow has been out of the house for three doctor appointments and one trip to a friend’s uptown. That was about it… until this weekend.
This weekend, we took the girls to my dad’s summer house because it was going to be empty for the holidays. It’s about an hour and a half away from home and we are going to be here for five days. As you can imagine, we packed up everything that we own.
Harlow is still not going to really be outside. We took a car here and now we are spending most of our time at the house. But when I brought her inside and I saw her eyes widen at the new lights flickering on the ceiling, I knew I was witnessing my baby taking in something new.
And it feels good for me to be somewhere new too.
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