24 hours sans bébé
You may have read in Thursday’s post that Nick and I were off to a wedding this weekend…without Busby.
This was the first night away from Busby that we’ve had since she was born, and obviously for me, the longest I’ve been away from her since she was conceived.
I spent Friday night in floods of tears. I haven’t cried that much in a very long time (thinking back it was probably day three of Motherhood when my milk came in…). Through the waterfall on my face, I found myself sobbing and mumbling frantically at Nick that we should find a travel cot. We should find a travel cot and take her with us. I couldn’t leave her. Why did I think I could? What possessed me to be so foolish when we RSVPed three months prior?
I awoke on Saturday morning with a stonking headache (that will be the crying) and a flutter of terror in my stomach. There was nothing we could do. Good money had been spent on a hotel. We had RSVPed. My Mutti was on her way round.
We were powerless.
We had to take the plunge and do it. We had to leave Busby behind. Otherwise this would happen every time.
As I kissed her goodbye tears ran down my face. She looked at me, slightly confused. We had to leave then. I didn’t want to upset her or make her feel like something was wrong.
I cheered up considerably once the “deed” was done. My heart ached, but I knew she was in safe hands and that we’d see her the next day.
The wedding was beautiful. The Bride looked beyond stunning in her dress, the Groom gave the best grooms speech I think I’ve ever heard (the bar has been set Harding), and I had a boogie with my best friend! All in all a fantastic afternoon and evening. I only had one wobble in the evening, but a hug and some fresh air soon sorted me out, and I was back on the dance floor in no time to mime “No Scrubs” with Nick.
We are so cool.
The best thing about being away for the night? The ridiculously comfy bed, the uninterrupted night of sleep, and sharing a cup of tea in bed with Nick the next morning. It’s the small things that you really miss when you have a little person stealing the attention most of the time, and I’m glad we were able to kick back, relax and discuss something other than poo.