Tonight, I leave Paul home for the very first time. He’s almost 3 months old, and I think I’ve earned a few hours out of the house by myself. Or more specifically, without my children. And please, no judging that I’m going out with a couple of girlfriends to go see the Hunger Games movie.
Yes, Team Gale. (I know, I know…)
Up until this point, anywhere that I went, Paul came with me. I even took him with me to the Blissdom Conference last month. Because I’m exclusively breastfeeding, we tend to travel as a team. He’s so small, and such a good baby, that it’s been super simple and very enjoyable just to take him with where ever I go.
But tonight, I draw the line. I know the movie theater will be packed, and I just don’t want to risk making a scene, even though I don’t think there would be. And this way, I won’t miss a single second of the action.
So tonight, Paul will stay home with his Dad while mom gets away. They will watch tv and do a few chores (I’m hoping) while I’m out. And if there is a bright side to having a broken boob right now, it’s that I’ve pumped plenty of milk for him, and he’s gotten quite good at taking a bottle.
I’m excited to go out, and I’m not anxious about leaving him home at all. And really, it’s only for a few hours away, he’ll be with his dad, and I’ll have my cell phone on me at all time. Yes, even in the theater. (ok fine, I’ll put it on vibrate.)
How old was your babe when you we out without him for the first time?