Mom's First Weekend Away

Are we there yet?

In the past fifteen months, I’ve never spent more than a few hours away from Cullen. When I actually type that out, it looks insane. But he was breastfed until 14.5 half months, and before that it would have been a lot more difficult to leave for long stretches of time.

My husband travels a lot for business, so he’s totally used to spending several days away at a time. But I’ve never had a full day away, and I’ve certainly never really even considered a night spent somewhere else. It wasn’t until we finished breastfeeding that I realized this was finally even a possibility.

So I’m doing it. I’m jumping on a plane all by myself and I’m flying home to visit my family and my girl friends. Two of my best friends from high school have had babies recently, and it’s been killing me that I haven’t met their little ones yet, or been able to give them proper hugs in person. I really wanted a chance to visit with them alone, too. As much as I obviously love Cullen, it would be hard to visit with tiny babies while he is tornadoing through the houses. And since we just took a trip home for a funeral, I think it’s way too soon to put him on a plane again.

I’m nervous about missing him, but I know this will be good for us. And while my husband pitches in a lot in the evenings and weekends, I think it will be a whole different ballgame for him to experience what it feels like to be on solo baby duty from sun up to sun down. I think he’ll be missing me!

I’m so excited for a fun adult trip, and a chance to spend good quality time – on my OWN schedule – with old friends, as well as my mom and sister. I am counting down!