Last week Friday Cort flew home from work, packed up the truck, grabbed Eddie and took off for “up north” (as we call it here in Michigan) on a camping trip with his mom, stepdad, siblings and their spouses/kids.
The plan was that Charlie and I would drive up Saturday for the day since Charlie is as much of an “outdoorsy” type and I am, and we knew everyone would just be happier if Charlie and I slept in our house. With AC.
But Friday night I got sick.
As in “please Charlie fall asleep because mommy has to get back in the bathroom ASAP” kind of sick.
As in “I can’t walk and bounce you to sleep because it makes the pain want to come out the back-end, but if I rock you I want to vomit” kind of sick.
When he finally went to sleep, I put myself to bed only to have to get up and feed him at midnight because he chose this weekend to hit a mad growth spurt.
By Saturday morning I felt a tad better, but when Charlie took his morning nap at 9:00, I laid down with him. For two hours.
There went the idea of going up to the campsite.
But I think it worked out better this way.
Eddie got a whole weekend away doing something special with his daddy, and Charlie and I got over 36 hours of just us.
I was astounded at how much personality he has developed since our first three months alone together. In the past month and a half he has started to find his own individuality. His own character. His own…self.
We spent HOURS just lying on the floor together. He relished the undivided attention and lack of distraction.
There were long chats. Me telling him stories about his daddy and Eddie and his uncles and grandparents and aunties and people who love him so much that he hasn’t even met yet.
And he told me stories. You know, in the way four and a half month old babies tell stories. With “oooooo” and “ahhhh” and “grregglellleggpth” and “zzzzpbbblllllt”
He never gets this much attention, so he filled it with all his sounds. And smiles. And serious, thinking faces. And giggles.
Oh the giggles.
My baby giggles at me when I am silly. He giggles when I blow raspberries on his tummy. He giggles when I nom on his chubby little thighs.
We played with every single toy he has. We did loads of tummy time. We played on the activity mat, the bounce seat, the swing, the bumbo, the blanket on the floor.
I even busted out the exersaucer when I realized Eddie was in that thing by four months.
Surely Charlie was ready for it too! He loves to “stand” better than anything because he can see what everyone is doing.
Eddie was…full of it. That kid laughed at the wind and jumped before he could walk and just MOVED AND LAUGHED constantly. He jumps then worries about the owies (real and imagined).
Although he seems to feel no pain, Charlie is more cautious.
The first time we put Eddie in a saucer he immediately bounced and shrieked with happiness.
Charlie just looked at me like, “what is this? why am I in this? what do you expect me to do with all this…stuff?”
Eventually he started spinning one of the toys, but he did not freak out and try to do ALL THE THINGS like Eddie did. He tried one thing. For a bit. Then was done with the whole thing.
I also decided to take him for a walk, but I didn’t want to get out the entire baby carrier/travel system stroller and I guessed, due to the massive growth spurt it seems he is having, that he would fit in the umbrella stroller.
To be fair, our umbrella stroller is a Bumbleride Flite. Not your average “umbrella stroller”. I mean, I could totally put the infant carrier on it, but I didn’t want to use the carrier at all.
So I didn’t.
He kept his little feet crossed the whole time and didn’t say a word. He also didn’t fall asleep like he usually does on walks, but I could tell he was sleepy. I guess seeing the world from the stroller is just too exciting to sleep through!
Everything we did was slower than normal. More deliberate.
We weren’t on anyone’s schedule but our own.
Eddie didn’t need this, that, and everything all at once.
Daddy wasn’t coming home soon for dinner which needed to be made yet.
I didn’t need to set him in his bounce seat and move him with me from room to room as I cleaned and did laundry.
Everything was done.
We just had ourselves.
And so we spent a lot of time cuddling and cooing at each other and just remembering what it was like for two to be one.
Of always having all of our attention.
It made me sad that from the get go Charlie would have to share.
But thankfully, because of a much better experience, a wonderful husband, and awesome daycare, Charlie and I have had lots of together time.
Lots of time to melt into each other and forget that we are two.
Thank you to my wonderful family (Cort, Eddie, Mom, Ray, Kenzie, Dave, Kingston, Kyrie, Liz, and Cody) for understanding that it was just too much for us to come camping. Because of a sick night Friday, I was blessed with some much-needed quiet time with my youngest. Thank you.