So, we went out to dinner the other night.
Without Maggie.
Dinner was delicious, the conversation was fantastic and I really enjoyed sitting down to eat a full meal with My Man. But leaving Maggie was more difficult than I ever imagined it would be, even though there were six (yes,six!) adults ready to care for her. My parents, grandparents, aunt and uncle were all at my grandparent’s and Barry and I left Maggie for a whole hour almost….GASP!!
I found myself saying ridiculous things to my grandma about making sure Maggie was breathing and other first-time-mother type of things, as if my grandmother didn’t raise two of her own children and rock all of her grandbabies to sleep. I just couldn’t help myself.
I once read that having a child is like having your heart walk around outside your body. It is so true, even if you are going down the street for an hour to eat sushi with your wonderful husband.
It isn’t as if I’ll never, ever do it again, but next time I leave my baby I’m going to prepare myself a bit more emotionally so I don’t have to choke back my own tears as she fights sleep in the arms of another.
Because, man alive, I love going on dates with That Barry.
He makes me smile.
