A Taste of Freedom…

Saturday, for the first time since our son was born, we went out without him…

He is six months old, and in another context we probably would have done it sooner. But we are far from our families (natural babysitters), Elliot has never accepted to drink from a bottle and I always had trouble pumping my milk. So I had never left him alone for more than a few hours, and on those rare occasions he was always with his dad.

Saturday, though, for my birthday, my in-laws had given us tickets for a Wailin’ Jennys concert. Good friends of ours were nice enough to come to our place, so we were able to put our boy to bed before we left. I had managed to pump enough milk for a feed, and after lots of practice Elliot can now drink it from a sippy cup. The only unknown was: would he wake up before we came back, and if so, would our baby-sitters be able to put him back to sleep or would he be a real fury?

It turned out to be a hugely successful evening. The concert was amazing, and even the first act, Kelly Joe Phelps (which we didn’t know at all), was quite interesting (and an impressive guitar player). Elliot woke up around 10:30, and when we got home at 11 our friend had just finished giving him a bottle. He had gone right back to sleep. We had some delicious chocolate cheese cake made by my sister-in-law, and went to bed tired and way too late, but happy to know that the universe doesn’t come to a halt if we go out baby-less for an adult-only evening.

We might even do it again…

One Response to “A Taste of Freedom…”

  1. Danielle Says:

    Ah ben comme ça c’était ton anniversaire!!!! Bonne fête, ma vieille!!! Je suis très heureuse pour vous deux; après six mois, il est plus que temps de penser au fait que vous formez un couple d’amoureux en plus d’être des parents! J’aurais bien goûté au gâteau fromage-chocolat…