Last week, SqueakyDaddy surprised me by saying we were off to Torquay at the weekend, to a lovely guest house we'd visited the previous year on his birthday. And better than that, we were going to be adults! Squeaky was booked in to stay with my parents.
Now, I've got to admit, I wasn't sure. She'd been a pain when they were babysitting for the evening a couple of weeks ago, so a whole night and day? Whoa! But I swallowed my concerns, if they were happy to be kept awake, then it's their choice.
As it turned out, I went over a couple of days before, thanks to visiting Trunki, and catching up with old friends, which meant Squeaky could get properly settled in before we left her. And settle she did, like a trooper. Played merrily with her toys, was asleep earlier than normal, woke only once for a cuddle at 6a.m., and was a little gem, by all accounts.
Me? I went swimming, drank more than I've done in 18 months, ate curry, shopped, and didn't sleep because my boobs hurt! 24 hours is a long time away from a breastfeeding baby. I expressed a few times, and it broke my heart to have yo pour that precious milk away, but I had no way to store it, and complete strangers don't take kindly to you wanting to grab their baby & shove your nipple in its mouth.
We're home now though, and had a rough night. Squeaky's got a cold, and tooth number 2 has finally broken through the surface. Calpol is our friend.
(The guest house don't know about, and didn't request this link. I just like them, and wanted to tell the world.)
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