I got diarrhea. No, seriously. During the one 4 hour stretch of sleep Josie had last night I had to run, no sprint, to the bathroom not once, but twice. Yes, that is gross and embarrassing and I may regret putting it on my blog but that is life. When Josie is her own mother some day and has unrealistic images of the ideal Mother's Day (painted by Hollywood in some romantic comedy) in her head I want to remember what our first Mother's Day was like. This is real life.
Jesse left on Friday morning for a bachelor party in Montreal and he returned late Sunday afternoon. Josie and I were on our own all weekend. So I had that going for me, which is nice...but after spending all day every day just us girls I've found I really look forward to my evenings with Jesse. I had Saturday all planned out-remember the theme of this blog, the best laid plans...soooo around 3:00 the car was packed, Josie woke up, I fed her and we were off to sleep at my parents house-that is until my car wouldn't start. Fast forward 2 hours, it's about 5:00, we are in the car, it is running, and we are on our way. It felt like setting sail in a tiny boat packed for a long journey, so much anticipation so little room. In the end my parents were very happy to have us as house guests and I enjoyed the adult conversation. Oh, but remember that earlier blog post about sleep training and 'cry it out'? Yup, we'll start all over again tonight...training doesn't work on the road. Can't say I really minded the extra nursing sessions and cuddle time with my peanut. It won't last forever.
Mother's Day must have been created by hallmark. It's just another day we are moms, good, bad, happy, sad, sick, well...it's just another day. Shouldn't we celebrate our moms any day, everyday? Dads too! And teachers and nurses while we're at it. Do we really need all the hype over a holiday to be so thoughtful? I by no means had a bad day. I had a day. Another day being Josie's mom. In the grand scheme of life will it matter that Jesse was out of town for my first Mother's Day? Or that we are secure enough with each other that he choose whether he wanted to take this trip and then I supported his decision. (Doesn't mean I wasn't cursing him when I had to call AAA to jump my car). My day began(albeit early, 5:00am) with huge baby smiles and millions of kisses while cuddling in bed with my Jojo. My day is coming to a close with a dinner I didn't cook, a glass of wine, my family all sung in their beds, and perhaps a nice hot soak in the tub. It's just another day... filled with gratitude.
The only mother-daughter picture taken on our 1st Mother's Day.
Those morning cuddles I mentioned.
Daddy's girl
