New York, and a teen mom

 

Last week, the big kids were on spring break, so we booked ourselves a little staycation in the city (the city being New York, of course). We got a hotel so we could experience a living-in feeling without an hour long schlep home to the burbs each night. Plus, the grownups wanted to be away from the house a little bit. There are times when one’s home looks more like a to-do list than a refuge, and this was one of those times. 

I was nervous about taking Bumby away from home for an overnight, let alone 3 overnights, but he did beautifully. Yes, the first night my wife, sister and I had to take turns walking him around the block instead of all enjoying dinner at the same time, and he melted down a little after too many hours of city noise and stimulation. But, you know. He’s a baby. So that’s ok. 

One of the best aspects was that he established a nap routine while we were out and about. Every day we all woke up at 8:30, ate breakfast and got ready for the day. By 10:30 we were out and about and Bumby was gratefully napping in the stroller. 1:00 lunch and Bumby was up to eat and make goo goo eyes at the passers-by. By 2ish he was back asleep in his stroller or in the carrier as we bopped around the city some more. The late afternoon nap, which is crucial for our colicky boy, is always the toughest to come by. We are still working on that one. 

Now that we are home, he has pretty much stuck to the schedule, except that he seems to like both his naps a little earlier than when we were in the city — 9:30 for the first and 1:30 for the second. I save the grocery store for the afternoon, because nothing lulls this guy to sleep like fluorescent lighting and a bumpy ride in a shopping cart. 

The only downside to the trip was the lack of mommy-Bumby snuggles. By the last day I was really feeling like he had too much time in the stroller and not enough time in the carrier. So I popped him into the carrier for the whole day. The result was that various family members pushed an empty stroller around all day. While we were checking out of the hotel, the stroller was parked next to the Big One, who is a slender 14 year old. A woman sat across from her. 

Woman: Is the baby in the stroller? I saw you at breakfast with him. He’s so cute. 

Big One: Oh, no. He’s over there. 

Woman: Babies are such a blessing. You must feel so lucky. 

Big One: Oh yes. I do. 

Woman: How old is he?

Big One: Two months. 

Woman: Two months?! You look amazing! Wow. I never would guess you could look so great after just two months. 

The Big One never did correct her. I wonder who she thought I was? Just some random lady wearing someone else’s baby, I guess. A nanny maybe. 

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