I’ve posted before about how I tend to get sad after big events or visits when its just back to being me and A (here and here). And is there a bigger event as of late then A’s first birthday? I could .have been a wreck but I think I handled it pretty well. On the outside. On the inside I was one sad puppy.
This past weekend, we had my mom, my sister, and my father-in-law and my mother-in-law here for A’s birthday. The weekend was so much fun. I could not have done everything for his party without their help.
I was sad a few days ago when the parents left and when I took my sister to the airport. But you know what? I felt fine about it just being me and A again. No foreboading about it only being me here to take care of him. No fear about what we would do all day. Yes, it was nice to have some extra help around the house or to get things done while someone else watched him. But I’m looking foreword to getting back to our routine. A is a creature of habit and small changes we have found throw him off.
And the kicker? A was pukey sick yesterday and we were housebound all day. I can’t remember the last time we stayed inside all day. And you know what? We lived. We crushed it.
I’m not sure if this is an “A ha” moment, but it is definitely a turning point I think for me. Finally we have found our groove. And I couldn’t be happier!
And this is A’s sick face. I can’t get over how happy the kid is even when he’s puking!