Since I’ve had Oliver I can count the number of times I’ve been out without him on one hand, well two fingers, because it’s only been twice. Obviously not counting the odd time I have popped to the local shop for something. This week I was invited to an evening event in London by a friend, and when I said I couldn’t make it she questioned why. My reasons were obviously to do with Oliver;
- He won’t go to sleep unless I’m here.
- London is just a bit too far for me to go especially if something happened.
- He won’t take a bottle.
Point number 1 probably sounds ridiculous, but Oliver feeds to sleep most evenings (or feeds to a point where he will fall asleep any minute) when he wakes during the evening if Stu goes to help re-settle him he just screams. As soon as I go in he stops crying, he knows what he wants! So if I was to go out it would be before bedtime and that would mean Stu would have to try and get him off to sleep, this would be stressful for both parties involved.
My second point is London is just a bit too far. We live a half hour away from the local train station, then it’s another 40 minutes on the train to Waterloo and then however long it takes to get to the venue, if there was an emergency or Oliver was being a nightmare and Stu couldn’t cope then it wouldn’t be a quick journey home.
Finally, Oliver won’t take a bottle. When he was little we did give him a few bottles of expressed milk which he took, but we often found it to be quite stressful giving him a bottle because it took so much longer to do! I went out in our local town for dinner with some friends not long ago and left some milk for Oliver just in case he woke up, when he did wake up Stu offered the milk and Oliver hit the bottle out of his hands and refused to have any!When I told my friend that I couldn’t go because of Oliver she made me feel like I was crazy! When I said I had only been apart from Oliver for an extended period of time twice (and these were only a couple of hours each) she couldn’t believe it! Is it really that weird? Once I’m no longer breastfeeding and Oliver’s a bit more settled I would happily go out for an evening, but he’s only 8 months old! He is changing so much at the moment, if I left him I feel like I could be missing out.
How old were your children when you first left them?