This post is well over due– I’d talked about my weekend that I got to meet Katie, and our DC weekend, but never actually got to the time spent with family.
When I first got home from the hospital, I had a bad case of baby blues. Sheffield would non-stop cry some days, and so would I, and I needed some help. My mom offered for me to come up there, and they would help me, so I could get some rest, and of course so they could see their grandbaby.
It was good for me, too — I hadn’t spent that much time with either one of my parents in a row since college. My mom made me breakfast and lunch every day, and always took the early 2 am feeding — sometimes the next one too if I didn’t hear him crying. It was honestly just what I needed.
He got to chill on the porch in the morning with Pap…
He got to meet his great-grandma…
There were plenty of naps taken….
He sat up like a big boy to watch all the garbage TV (the BEST kind of TV)….
Went out for Chinese food….
Was a complete gangsta on his tummy time mat….
Was found in the cabbages at the farmer’s market….
Was involved in Pap’s first selfie!
And was a complete cutie at a Labor Day picnic!
Sheffy had a good time, but so did I. I got to go and get my nails done with my aunt — and her and my uncle took me to Ocean City, NJ for a day of basking in the sun, swimming, boardwalk cruising and pizza – another one of my aunts got to meet him — I got to get my hair done — Sheffy got some aunt Juney time — and I got to share late night vodka sodas with my mom while we watched Big Brother.
All in all, while I missed my husband, I’m really glad that I got to go. It really was a good trip.