We’re in Georgia this week on a family vacation at a lake house – certainly not a bad way to spend our time! But leading up to it, I have to admit I was pretty nervous. Cullen and I have a groove back home. We have regular naps, a quiet crib, white noise machines, and more. We have consistency.
Vacationing means throwing scheduling and planning out the window. That is the point after all, right? I wasn’t sure how it was going to work maintaining a baby’s (necessary) naps and feedings, while also allowing the rest of our group to relax and be carefree.
As it turns out, I should start just trusting my baby more and worrying less. I have this tendency to anticipate things with so much worry and anxiety, and so often I find that things are rarely as stressful or hard to manage as I thought they would be. It’s a bad habit I’d like to break.
We’ve been here for three days, and Cullen has been a total doll. Yes, we’re in a different space. It’s not baby-proofed. It’s probably not even very clean. He’s sleeping in a pack n’ play, eating in our laps, and being changed on our bed. None of this seems to phase him at all. He is just as happy, smiley, and joyful as he always is. Perhaps even more actually, since he’s being doted on by his loving grandparents all day long.
He’s had some long days out on the boat and in the water, and while he has required a few extra naps to recover, he’s handled it all in stride. It has been surprisingly relaxing, and despite his immediate transition over to eastern time (ouch), I still feel pretty well-rested. Even though sometimes I stress myself out about things ahead of time, I’m glad we have continued to do as much as possible with Cullen. We promised our pre-baby selves that our lives and interests would not end when children arrived, and so far I think we’ve done a good job of finding an even balance.
On our next adventure, I’ll spend less time stressing and allow more time for just enjoying.