Wedding day bliss
Charlie feeds Maeve cereal.
Our recent wedding day was full of excitement and emotion. It wasn’t our special day, but almost as memorable.
Michael and Maeve did a great job for my parent’s friends who watched them while we attended the wedding. I was confident that they were in good hands and that everything would go smoothly. I had three bottles pumped for Maeve, she’s also now eating baby cereal, and can fall asleep in the crib on her own. And as long as Michael has someone to play with, he’s good to go.
The Sullivans, my parent’s dear friends, came over before we had to leave for the wedding ceremony. I fed Maeve, showed Mrs. Sullivan where everything was that she could possibly need, and we left. Michael had Mr. Sullivan to play ball with. He has four boys of his own and is no rookie to play-time with a little boy.
We stopped home to feed Maeve before the reception, which would keep us out all night. I fed Maeve again, but she was so distracted that she wasn’t very interested. Michael was playing t-ball in the family room as Mr. Sullivan cheered him on, calling home runs, singles, doubles, and foul-tips. We were running late so we hastily ran out the door almost forgetting to say goodbye to Michael. He was so immersed in his t-ball game that he couldn’t have cared less if we were home or not. I thought, awesome, it’s going to be a great night.
And it was! The reception was a blast and when it was all over, we came home to two sleeping babies. Maeve had taken two bottles, one in the late afternoon and the other before bedtime. She had cereal for dinner while Michael ate a grilled cheese. Mrs. Sullivan bathed Maeve and put her to bed and the darling baby slept the entire night until 7:45 am the next morning! I actually woke up before her because I was so full from not nursing her since the previous afternoon, that I couldn’t sleep from the pressure.
So nice to have a successful night out. How do you ensure a great night away from your children?
Hi Sarah,
You are a brave woman, and I am a huge wimp who has yet to leave my son overnight with anyone. Oh, and no one has babysat him except family. I am terrible, I know! I want too…
Does it get easier with the second baby?