And Then I Almost Slapped the Girl with her Hair in my Face
We had a date night tonight. An honest to shiz date night, with a babysitter and all. Our next door neighbors (young grandparent types, good with kids) offered to watch Camper for us and we actually took them up on it. After finding Lenka on VH1 (thank goodness for early morning music videos) we found out about the Hotel Cafe Tour and their stop in Salt Lake City. Tickets were $13 bucks a piece, so we grabbed a couple up and I spent the last two weeks getting myself ready to leave my son with someone else. After having to leave him in the NICU I honestly never thought I’d leave him anywhere again. We did leave him with my Mom and Dad for an hour or two back in my breastfeeding days (we went to Babies R Us) but this was meant to be a long date night, no baby chores involved. I guess I felt a bit more comfortable knowing that our neighbor is actually a nurse, she worked for years in the NICU herself and now works in administration. Her husband is equally amazing with kids- and aside from their skills and abilities with babies (and newborns) they also genuinely seem to enjoy them. That’s ALWAYS a plus.
So we packed up his bottles and important things (i.e. bouncy chair), dropped him off, and went on our way. The theatre was…well…kinda grody. Haha. The show was definitely interesting. We saw Lenka and some others worth seeing, a couple NOT worth seeing, and stood in a crowded group of pulsating young people, one who first tried to pick a fight with another girl standing next to me and then proceeded to jump around in front of me like a 5 foot tall lap dog on crack. I was close to slapping her, but thought better of it and cuddled a bit with John instead. It was nice to be out, to get to be the only one holding his hand, and not wonder when the baby would need to go home. All the same, I saw my Little Camper’s face in my mind every 10 minutes and hoped he was happy and knew we were coming back to get him soon.
So now I think I’m going to put my blog away and cuddle my baby. Because he’s growing up so fast. So so fast.



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