How to date your husband
As a new parent, there are many milestones that we look out for, like Baby’s first smile, when she first rolls over, crawling, and walking. But how many of our own milestones do we take note of?
James and I achieved a parenting milestone this weekend: we went out on a date, all by ourselves. We left Baby with her grandparents and it was the first time we were both apart from her simultaneously.
On the advice of friends, I had booked tickets before I gave birth to see David Tennant and Catherine Tate in Much Ado About Nothing, thus setting a date in stone that we would be sans Baby. This play actually holds sentimental value for us as well, as James was playing Don Pedro when I first met him (a la Mr Darcy, complete with skin tight jodhpurs). The separation anxiety kicked in by the time we reached the Tube from our house. I spent the whole journey to Leicester Square looking through all the images of her on my iPhone, exclaiming, “Remember when…!” and “Isn’t she cute?”
By the end of the excellent first act, I only checked my messages a couple times. By the end of the second, I sent a text asking if she was okay. By the time we were sitting at the bar in Bocca di Lupo drinking a luscious bottle of red, I was like, “Baby who?”
It was liberating to spend time just the two of us again. Although we still talked about topics like childrearing and work, we also managed to squeeze in some current events, holiday plans, and discussions about how Torchwood is still disappointing.
Packing as much in as we possibly could into our day of freedom, we then went to a lesbian wedding reception in Ealing. We got there just in time for the first dance. As we watched the couple twirl around the floor, I was suddenly reminded of Baby’s existence by the fact that my breasts felt like ticking time bombs. If I didn’t get those puppies home and pumped they were going to explode.
So we hailed a taxi for my breasts because they couldn’t possibly take the Tube and got them home just in time. Six ounces! I added them to my Frozen Hoard, which had been depleted significantly by grandma and grandpa during the day. Must keep the supplies up.
I snuck into the nursery to check on Baby because I missed my little Munchkin. Grandma and grandpa reported that she behaved very well. I was a little concerned when they told me they accidentally bathed her with her socks on, but, if that’s all that went wrong, I can live with it.
James and I can put a big tick next to our milestone of first date. Now James is really looking forward to the next milestone, if you catch my drift. But I’m a good girl. I won’t put out until at least the third date.