The TL;DR of this is that I slept this weekend and needed to blog about it.
Thursday, Rosalyn had her “trial” day at daycare, which was basically a freebie day for us to run through our new routine. She cat-napped all day, but I truly would’ve been shocked by anything else so no biggie. When I picked her up it was time for her to go to sleep again and I had visions of a cranky, crying baby in traffic on the way home. And to my delighted surprise neither of those things happened! As it turns out my route from daycare to home mostly goes against the flow of the afternoon build-up. During the drive I called up my mom (Nana) and mother-in-law (Grita – Grandma Rita) to fill them in on the daycare deets. After a few minutes I look back in the mirror and my baby was fast asleep! No muss, no fuss. No pacifier, no white noise. Just, “you know I think I’ll take a little nap now.” It was incredible. I was actually speechless except for the part where I spent the whole evening telling anyone who would listen, “SHE WENT TO SLEEP! BY HERSELF! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!”
Friday was our last day of grandma-care and it was Grita’s. And because I struck gold when it comes to in-laws, she dropped off a crockpot full of dinner in my kitchen before playing with my baby all day. Friday night brought us a screaming baby, the gut-dropping realization that YES she is teething and YES it could be months before the tooth even cuts, and a very-legal-not-at-all-above-the-speed-limit Target run by Dad to find some teething tablets. Against all odds she continued to be THE most adorable human on the earth.
Saturday we packed up our whole clan to make our way to my parents’ house. We were only half an hour late and three bags over the “let’s not bring too much” limit so I’m gonna go ahead and give us a gold star for that one. We had a sister’s 24th birthday to celebrate with tacos as well as a baby’s first night away from home to set up for. In painfully cliche fashion, it wasn’t until we were five minutes from leaving that I realized I needed to grab Robin’s food, bowl, and bed as well. Just last year we were filling our car to the brim with dog stuff for HER overnights. I’m so sorry, pup. You’re a champ in every sense of the word and I hope our nightly family walks make you feel loved.
After approximately twenty-five goodbye kisses and exactly ZERO! mom-tears Andrew and I left my ENTIRE HEART AND SOUL behind and checked into a swanky hotel in Midtown for the evening. But not before first stopping to find an ATM and Andy finding me instead in a nearby boutique at the register buying a present for Rosalyn. His eye roll practically had a gravitation pull but he loves me and therefore didn’t question any further my spending $30 on the (organic) stuffed (in a pirate costume) pig. Her name is Peggy.
We celebrated Andrew’s 29th birthday with dinner at Park Tavern. Deviled eggs with jalapeno, candied brussels sprouts with bacon, grilled cheese with fried green tomato. RIP leftovers forgotten in the hotel fridge. You are sorely missed. Our oh-so-sweet rom-com plan was to then walk around Piedmont Park. But about ten steps in we both looked at each other and agreed, “Holy shit it is literal Hell outside let’s call our Uber.” Which we did. With a few Atlanta skyline selfies snuck in so we could in the very least project the image of a romantic walk in the park. That’s all that matters to you guys, right?
Enter the most important piece of any new parent’s date night arsenal: Melatonin. We each popped two and slept for TEN HOURS. Straight. In white, fresh sheets and a thick comforter pulled up to my chin because there’s no baby to worry about suffocating. With the only interruption being MY bladder, not anyone else’s. Ah, bliss. We even used the same white noise that we turn on for Ros with a much more impressive Pavlovian response to its soothing vacuum. After a month of sleeping in 45-90 minute intervals I woke the next morning speaking in exclamation points.
“Good morning! Wow look at all this milk I pumped! Let’s get smoothies for breakfast! I can’t wait to show her Peggy! Do you want to split a scone?!”
We picked up our perfect, precious, angel babies (!!!) and went to have birthday lunch with Andrew’s family. My ridiculous high was eventually dulled by the horrendous ninety-before-noon temperatures that had me wondering why do we even have hair?? Time to chop this mess off and let my neck breathe.
Since last week Rosalyn has begun what we’re hoping to be the up curve of her sleep regression. Last night was a recent record of almost five hours before needing to eat! In her crib! Fantastic! I have these visions of three-year-old Ros still carrying her pirate pig around and therefore have been forcing it upon her with no shame. It’s the first thing she sees when she wakes up. I sleep with it so it smells like me. “OH MY GOD ROSALYN LOOK ITS PEGGY THE PIG!”