Today is a magnificent day. Baby Bop napped on her own for an hour. On her own, as in not attached to my body. No boob in her mouth, no boob on her cheek, no boob within smelling distance. And no one bouncing her. She might as well have told me that she just got accepted to college for the joy and relief I feel.
The rational part of my brain has understood all along that someday she’ll sleep on her own. The problem is the rational part of my brain hasn’t been around much these last 6 months.
While she slept, I made and ate a sandwich, had a coffee and started a blog. And it was only a minor meltdown when she awoke to the indignity of a missing boob.
It’s good that this coincides with her gaining weight, 16 pounds and counting. At physical therapy the other day, I mention I booked a ski trip. My physical therapist cheers for me and tells me to do squats. She asks,
“How much does your baby weigh?”
She hands me a 17 pound weight with a handle and tells me,
“Do 4 sets of 10 squats holding this weight, it’s just like your baby.”
“If she grew a handle.”
I’m going to be in such great shape, I’ll be able to ski while I hold Baby Bop.
KIDDING! But it’s not the worst idea I’ve ever had.