Baby Taco: 4 months, 4 weeks:
My 5 year wedding anniversary was last week. With having the stomach flu and quite possibly brusing my ribs I just wanted to lay down and die. I tend to be very dramatic when I’m sick because it rarely happens. So I always look forward to the weekend because my mom comes over and helps me take care of Taco.
My husband is an accountant and with the end of tax season, his company throws a party. Not anything crazy, just a nice dinner. They don’t even serve drinks. Just a group of adults having a time to all come together in a less stressful environment. So when my mom said that she will actually come Friday and spend the night so my husband and I could go out, I thought nothing of it.
But my husband being the romantic he is, booked us a hotel for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary. My mom and him kept it a secret from me so I would not freak out being away from Taco.
Obviously though, after the dinner when my husband told me to pack our bags, the tears started flowing. 2 nights away from Taco, are you kidding? This is anything but relaxing. As I’m packing, I’m crying. My mom is holding Taco and telling me to go have fun. I had already called out of work because I had been sick and no one wants a massage with someone gagging in the back. My feelings were all over the place and my head was spinning. I used to love going to hotels and getting away. And we were only going to Kissimmee which is a 45 minute drive at most. But here I was crying, panicking and trying to kiss Taco as many times as I could. My mom assured me all is well and then we were off.
Minus getting my period and not having any sexy time, my husband and I had a blast. We went to Disney, rode some rides, went to a place called Oldtown and looked at shops and before I knew it we were back in the car heading home. We talked a lot. We cuddled. We laughed. It felt good. Even without the hot, nasty hotel sex, it felt good to just be with him.
There were moments though where I lost my nerve. Seeing all the cute babies in Disney was hard. Sleeping was even harder. I would wake up in a panic and forget where I was. His baby monitor makes this buzzing sound and being in a completly quiet room freaked me out. I also called my mom almost every 3 hours to make sure he ate, that he was happy and that he was having a good time. The ine thing about Taco though is that he is the happiest baby you will ever meet. So of course, minus pooping up his back, he was a joy.
In my mind, I kinda wanted him to be a jerk. I wanted him to need me. To see that I wasn’t there and to have him miss me. I know the time will come when all he wants is me and my husband but this weekend was not that weekend. When we got home, Taco took a bit to warm up to us and smile. He was all about Grandma. Which of course is great but it still hurt. Taco has no idea how much I truly missed him. How even though my husband and I went away, most of our conversation was about him. How before I would go to bed each night and wake up, I would have to watch the same video of him over and over again.
It was a beautiful weekend but I don’t want to go away again from him for a long time. I love my husband and I love my mom but please, no more surprises!