In case you missed it last week on Instagram, Chad and I took a much-needed vacation in paradise for a few days.
A few months ago, when I was waking up with Bear four or five times every night, Chad said to me: “This fall, let’s plan a trip to Mexico.”
And ever since then, all I could think was: Ok, at some point, months from now, I will get four uninterrupted nights of sleep.
Forget the beach. Forget the tan. Forget the lavish dinners and desserts.
You know what was the best part?
It was glorious.
And I took advantage of every second: I was so lazy on this trip, I didn’t even read a book. We watched the waves and ate everything in sight and went to sleep at literally nine p.m. on the dot every night.
And it was one of the best vacations I’ve ever had.
It’s been six months since baby Bear was born, and it was so hard to leave him. Truthfully, about a week before we were scheduled to leave, I almost called the whole thing off — I worried that it would be too hard for my mom to take care of him, that he’d be miserable, or that I’d miss some formative moment while we were gone.
And, you know what? None of that happened. Sure, he was a lot of work, but he also has four wonderful grandparents who did an amazing job with him (we’re very lucky for that, I know). He wasn’t miserable — in fact, my mom sent me photos and videos of him laughing almost every day. I video-chatted with him so I could see his little face. We’re home now and settling back into our routine, with a hiccup here and there… but mostly just fine.
And mom is a little tan, a little rested, and a little better at weathering some of the many challenges the next six months will bring.
All in all? A great trip all around.