Thursday before last, we were only four steps in the door of the husbands parents before we handed the baby over. We hadn't had much sleep, the baby had started cluster feeding/screeching randomly, and we were all still getting gradually accustomed to each other.
Of course, they were more than happy to look after her that night - juggle her around the family room, coo at her, lull her to sleep and just sit and hold her, while the husband and I 'got a chance' to sit in the other room and graze all evening at the table.
The next day, we got an email from the husband's mother, offering to take her off our hands for a few hours so we could head out to dinner. I think that the tension/tiredness hanging over us was palpable that night - and I think there may have been concerns that baby would end up out the window if there wasn't an intervention.
Tonight, we're heading out to dinner, baby free for the first time in a month.
Let's see how it goes!
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