Well, we did it. Erin and I survived six days and six nights of just the two of us. I'll admit it, I was apprehensive of how we would manage. Surprisingly (or not) we did excellent. I was completely prepared to whine continually to Brian about bath/bedtime, multiple awakenings at night, prolonged morning routine. But we did fantastic! Not only did Erin and I get a comfortable rhythm with each other things went so smoothly we went out not once but twice for dessert with our pals Christie and Henry. Erin slipped, temporarily, back into only one feeding per night, meaning I got more sleep than Brian. Thanks to Caroline I even went on a run one night after Lil' E went to bed.
That being said Mademoiselle Erin really missed her dad. In the evening when playing she would pause, look around, search for that thing that was missing. It was touching and interesting that at four months old she is aware of who are the main people in her life, and can feel their absence so strongly. Needless to say she was overjoyed on Saturday when she saw her dad. All smiles and laughs and smiles.
3 comments:
That is so stinkin' sweet! I'm glad to hear things went well--I was thinking of you all week. I feel a tad bit guilty that Andrew went to the same training... in downtown Portland. Here's hoping the better nights continue--for you and me both! :)
Job well done, my friend. Hope the consumption of chocolate helped. :)
aw! that is so great!
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