The stars aligned and the new mom gods smiled upon me. I managed to get Kendall in bed and asleep by 7 pm, got dressed up in – get this- my SKINNY pre-pregnancy jeans (granted, I did have a bit of a muffin top, but nothing a peasant style blouse couldn’t hide) and heels. Yes, HEELS!! It’s the first time I’ve worn anything other than flats, flip flops or sneakers in nearly ten months. Since I changed after putting Kendall to bed, there wasn’t a hint of spit-up anywhere on me, and I even managed to flat iron my hair and touch up my makeup. And then I left the house without a diaper bag! That’s right. I was instead sporting a kick ass bag my best friend gave me for my birthday back in February that I’ve yet to be able to use – and it perfectly matched my heels! OH… and I got to wear long earrings! The kind that I can’t wear anymore because Kendall likes to rip them out of my ears. And they perfectly matched my top.
Then I left Scott at home with the sleeping baby, and a bottle of breastmilk just in case, walked past my SUV and hopped in his flashy fast car, opened the sunroof, turned the radio on and cranked it up just as Janet Jackson’s Black Cat came on. I jammed in the car, enjoyed the feeling of freedom and felt a little like my old self again. I arrived at a new restaurant where I met up with 6 other women and a few kids who were along for the ride. I had wonderful conversations with all of them, and at least half of those conversations had nothing to do with babies or kids or spit up or solids or height and weight charts. I had a margarita and a lovely dinner. I ate freely with the use of both hands since I did not have to hold a baby, rock a baby, or feed a baby while trying to feed myself. I accepted an invitation to do the same thing next month.
Then I drove home, rushed through the door, expecting to hear Kendall crying or to see Scott’s look of desperation when I walked in. Instead, I was greeted by a silently sleeping baby and my husband right where I left him – in front of the Science Channel. “Did he cry at all while I was gone? Was everything okay?” “Well, yeah. He’s been asleep since you left. He’s fine.” Wow. I can’t believe that went so smoothly.
5 months in 2 days